Blue's POV

She looked absolutely perfect.

Her hair in complete disarray, her lip slightly swollen and bleeding, her clothes torn and disheveled, her eyes wide in complete shock as she looked over at me.

Absolutely fucking perfect.

I dropped Ira's unconscious body, over my shoulder, without a second thought, before I descended on her.

I just needed to touch her, just to make sure she was real.

That I finally had her back.

And no one was going to separate us again, no one. If they even tried, I'd separate their head from their neck.

I was finally in front of her, finally able to see that gleam in her large brown eyes, finally about to feel her body against mine, her lips on my own.

For real, this time.

Finally.

I leaned down towards her, only for her puny little toddler hands to push brazenly against my face, forcing me to a stop.

Is it possible to love someone and hate them, so much at the same time?

"Halt, peasant" she shouted up at me, her spit fire attitude burning horribly bright in her eyes.

I gave her a deadly look, as her hand stayed glued to the bottom of my face, covering my lips and barely tickling my nose.

"I don't know how you got here so quickly, I'm still pretty hazy on why she's tied up, but Balder, one thing I do fucking know is that I am pissed as a bitch. And I'm not in the forgiving fucking mood. So, I don't want to hear your excuses or your sure to be lame ass apology right now. We've got issues" she snapped up at me.

And even though her face was stone cold, with a dash of rage, I could still feel the touch of her hand on my lips spark a primal electricity through us.

Still hear her heart beating horribly hard in her chest.

She missed me to.

I quickly bit the palm of her hand, forcing a little outcry of pain from her lips as she snapped her hand back to her chest.

Her blood on my tongue, tasting amazing.

"You fucking creep" she hissed as she looked down at her hand in shock.

I smiled, couldn't help it, didn't want to, but I smiled.

"Don't be a puss. Now whats happening" I demanded, swiping the smile off my face before she could look up and see it.

"You could have rabies, dumb ass" she yelled up at me.

I smirked, "if I had anything, you would have gotten it by now". Her jaw dropped, that perfect way it does when I happen to say something a bit dirty and a dash of wicked.

The amusement clear as her lip twitches, but her eyes wide in shock.

"I-I w-what" she stuttered hopelessly, as I grinned down at her like a cat.

I really had missed her.

"You're a fucking pervert" she snapped, finally pulling herself together.

Please, like I can't smell the desire on her skin.

I sniff her face, as she glares up at me, "then why do you like it?" I mocked her, watching that anger of hers spike.

"I don't".

"Prove it. Let me see your panties, Katty" I purred, and her face went slack with absolute horror or delight, but the grin on mine couldn't be wiped away.

"I'm going to literally choke you" she dead panned, she sweet scent rolling over my skin, as her body said what her mouth wouldn't.

I groaned slowly, "keep talking dirty to me, I like it" I smirked at her face.

I missed our game, and she obviously rusty.

But her lips continued to quiver, even as she fought to keep that annoyance in her eyes, "would you stop!"

I pretended to think on it, as I leered over her, "pretty sure, I remember you telling me, don't stop" I pouted, she sucked her teeth, her lips already in that smile of hers.

She opened her mouth, only for a hard cough to cut us both of. Our heads swinging in unison to find the man who had been gaping at Katrina earlier.

His long black hair was a mess from him obviously just getting out of bed. His jaw hard, and his eyes a swirling mass of silver.

Great.

A mind reader.

Someone else to certify, I'm insane.

My defenses hardened, just for looking at him. He was a good few inches shorter than me, and he had the build of someone who worked out, but physical fighting didn't seem to come to him. Especially from the way, he wasn't sizing me up like I was doing to him.

But I knew this mans face.

It was Rhett. Someone I had unfortunately been shoved into meeting rooms with, over and over to listen to him pitch me his company and my own working together.

I blinked at him.

Before turning back to Katrina, "why are you with this luscious haired freak" I snapped down at her, my mouth open to continue to push her for answers, when I finally let the smell of blood waft into my senses.

Interesting.

I shoved Katrina away by the side of her head, before looking around her into the bathroom.

Jack-fucking-pot.

There laying in a tub, unconscious, was Wendy Wu the Hoe Warrior.

My lips pulled up into a bright grin, before I could even stop myself.

Not to mention she was bruised and beaten.

There really is a god.

I smiled looking impressed at the two dumbasses standing behind me, "I'm- I'm actually impressed that you two took her down" I looked them over.

Rhett seemed to pale in shock, "I would never attack a woman, let alone a person!" he defended like I had sat him on trial.

I turned my shock surprised face to a now smirking Katrina, "you didn't" I smile over at her.

She nodded, victory pretty much in her eyes, I knew she was holding back her horrible victory dance that she like to break into. "I did" she smirked back.

I turned back to Lia, looking at Katrina's handiwork.

Multiple bumps on the head, bleeding from her scalp, a bruised lip and jaw and eye, the woman was completely out cold.

I couldn't help the pride that washed over me.

Why is she so perfect?

In every way?

I turned back to her, that glint in her eye, that I knew was in my own, "I must admit, I'm proud, Katty. Especially since the last time you two fought, she nearly kicked your ass" I smirked at her.

She glared over at me, "please, she landed a few hits, but I handed her her ass" she smirked.

I looked back over at Lia, a smile on my face.

"I feel like a proud father" I chuckled darkly.

"You do like it when I call you Daddy" Katrina shot back.

I wanted to bust out laughing, could feel it coming actually.

It was literally like someone mending my soul back into one.

She was my soul mate, Katrina.

I turned back to her, seeing that light shine in her eyes, like I knew mine must have in my own.

"There are two unconscious people in this room, and I'm not okay with it" Rhett snapped breaking Katrina and I's eyes.

I gave him a flat look, "don't shit yourself" Katrina coughed out a hard laugh, "I've got this. I just need some tape, a knife, and some rope" I snapped looking over at them.

Katrina was rolling her eyes while Rhett looked at me like I was crazy.

Just how I like it.