Refusing To Bend - (Storm's Point of View)

As soon as we're back at our apartment, I detach myself from Kai and walk to the bedroom, ignoring Makai as tries to talk to me.

"Storm-- "

Needing to wash off the experience with the hunters, I turn to the bathroom and shut the door in his face, feeling a sense of satisfaction at his shocked expression right before the door bangs. Just to be petty, I lock it for good measure.

"Storm, please. I just want to be sure that you're okay."

His voice is low, but it carries easily through the door.

"I'm fine," I reply tersely, undressing.

"They didn't hurt you?"

"I can take care of myself."

He doesn't talk for a few seconds, and I walk into the shower, glad he isn't going to keep talking. I don't have anything more to tell him or discuss with him.

"Have you eaten? I can make-"

"I'm not hungry."

"Storm, please- "