Five Kingdoms

Chapter 9

"What are you doing in my room, sweets," Ryder asks, shaking out his black hair with his hand.

"It's not your room anymore."

"Is that why all of my stuff is lying in the hall, You're stealing my room?"

"Yup," I say, taking another sip of whiskey

"Classy."

"As if you know anything about class."

Ryder closes the door and walks towards me. He squats and takes the bottle I was holding.

"I know enough to use a glass and not steal someone's room." He says, taking a swig from the bottle

"Right," I say sarcastically while standing, and he does the same.

I walk further into the room as he speaks, "Your shirt is halfway unzipped."

"Yup, that it is, would you like to do the honors?" I ask, turning towards him as his cheeks redden. "I mean to zip it back up, Winston. It's hard to reach."

"If that's what you want, darling ." He says jokingly with a grin

" Spare me," I say, turning around as he walks up to me, his hands pulling back the shirt to look at the stab wound in my shoulder blade. A wave of pain rolls through me as the wound starts to sting horribly, and liquid runs down my back. I turn quickly, seeing the whiskey bottle in his hands.

"Ass," I say through gritted teeth.

"It's better than an infection." He insists as I get up in his face and grab the bottle from his hands.

"Oh really? Turn around." I say

"So aggressive." He turns around as I lift his shirt to see where Ryn stabbed him in the back, but I see more than that as his back is covered in what looks like old burns. I eventually look at the wound covered in blood and see how it folds into itself, and I hesitate at first to pour the whiskey.

"Do your worst, sweet checks."

So I pour the alcohol over the wound and watch his back muscles tense as well as his hands clench up.

"Now look who's an ass."

"It's better than an infection," I say mockingly, letting go of his shirt and gently placing the bottle on the floor.

"Ya, ya, I get it." He says, turning around, his magenta eyes looking into mine. "Now, what's up with the room switch?"

"I like this room better, that's all."

"Why didn't you just ask, I might have shared with you."

"I don't share."

"Not even with me?"

"Especially with you."

His eyes glisten, clearly amused.

"What happened during your test?" I ask curiously

"Now, why would I answer that, you never directly answered my question. You don't seem snobbish, so I doubt you just take people's rooms because you like them better."

"Well, maybe you're wrong."

"I don't think so." He pauses, "Plus, I'm also curious about your like fight with Vance"

"We didn't fight."

"It didn't look that way with your fist in his face, though I don't doubt that you do that often, little miss aggressive"

"Little miss? I could carve out your heart in the amount of time it takes you to blink your eyes."

"My case and point."
I roll my eyes and walk into the bathroom, wetting two rags, and walk back into the room. I throw one rag at Ryder and use the other to clean my cuts.