Delta [Epsilon #2]

Chapter Forty-Two

Kyra

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Upon unsteady feet I staggered through the crowd. Everything spun, and every step felt leaden, but I kept on. It wasn't long before the cabin spun into view, and I was marching up the wooden steps.

I didn't bother to knock. I shoved on the door, and with a bark of its hinges, it swung forward. Dim gold light flooded my vision, along with what looked to be a wooden interior. The furniture juddered and whirled, and I couldn't make out anything aside from what lay right before me. Upon a worn leather couch sat the slumped figure of the Delta. His eyes darted to me immediately, and when they did, he stood.

"Kyra?" He asked, surprised. I ignored the fact he'd said my name. Again. He was probably too shocked to call me by his preferred title.

I took an unsteady step forward, the words taking a moment to reach my tongue. "Name... give me your name."

He blinked at me. Then, slowly, he took a tentative step forward, as though approaching a dangerous animal. He stood there for a few moments, then, blinking back the shock. "You've been drinking."

"Don't care. Name." I made for a step towards him but went careening into a table instead. I clutched my side with a hiss. When I looked up, I was surprised to find the Delta at my side, his dark skin glistening in the light. Was he sweating?

"Ignir help me, you can barely walk," he grumbled. I was trying to think up a sluggish retort when he braced an arm behind my back and walked me towards the couch. The room spun, and my feet felt as though they'd been encased with irons as I walked. Slowly, he sat us down on the brown leather. I quickly scooted away from him.

"Name. I want your name," I demanded again, staring at his face. He didn't say anything. He just stared and stared.

"You want to reject me, I'm guessing?" He asked. His tone made me pause. He almost sounded... dejected. I brushed it aside and waved a sluggish fist at him.

"Of course I do! You... you..." My voice trailed off, and my brows scrunched as I tried to remember my reasons. I had been so angry about it before. Why had I been angry?

Then hazel eyes flashed before mine, and I remembered. I faced him. "You... you almost killed my friend. And me. You almost killed us. I don't want a murderer as my mate!"

The Delta flinched at my words. He looked away. For a few moments, only the sounds of a distant celebration could be heard. Then, I heard words that I never thought would leave his lips. "I'm sorry."

I blinked. "Wha-- what...?

"I'm really sorry, Kyra. I didn't mean to hurt you... or your friend. It was an accident. Really. I got carried away. When you... when I realized..."

His voice trailed off into silence. I blinked, not quite believing what I was hearing. "You're sorry?"

He looked up at me, then, the light casting shadows along the panes of his face. I couldn't read his expression. "Yes, I am. Really."

I stared at him for a few more moments. Then, a giggle escaped me. And another. He stared at me as though I was mad, but I didn't care. It was too funny. The Delta... apologizing? There was simply no way.

"Wow. They must have put something really funky in that cookie."

The Delta's eyes widened. "In that what?"

"Cookie," I replied simply, staring at the white ceiling. I grinned as the grains began to swirl. "It tasted kind of weird, but honestly, I really liked it. Did you know I'm a sweet tooth? I bet you didn't."