DANTE
Fuck Oleander with an ointment?
I scoffed, recalling Hex's words from two days ago. I'd never used that on any woman before, and I damn well knew where to find real lubricant. But Oleander never needed one.
As much as I loathed her and the blood that ran in her veins? I had to admit: she was the slickest woman I'd ever been with. Always wet. Always ready.
Disgust twisted my mouth as my hand brushed against the ointment. I yanked it out of my pocket and hurled it across the forest, not giving a damn where it landed.
I couldn't believe I'd actually grabbed that from Cameron's office to treat her injury.
Of course, I didn't care about her. I never would. But keeping up that level of hate was getting harder, and Havoc didn't make it any easier.
Yeah, he'd pushed me to take the damn ointment, to pretend I gave a shit. But I had a reason too.
Her blood.
It did something to me I couldn't explain.
