Voiceless - M. Sinclair Page 0,53

would do my best to show my parents how comfortable I was here so I took my time getting ready.

Blow drying my hair, I curled the ends under and pulled it back on one side, applying limited makeup but enough that it evened out my flushed skin tone. Wrapped in a robe I made my way towards the closet, grabbing a dress I’d bought the other day purely because of the ombre color pattern it showcased. The silk dress was a halter style in an array of jade green, light blue, and lilac. I added on a pair of small flower earrings Dylan had picked out in the store and nodded at my reflection, feeling completely satisfied with the finished product.

“How do I look?” I asked, twirling into the room and facing the boys.

“Fucking stunning,” Dylan admitted, his eyes sparkling.

“Too good,” Luca voiced, practically pouting.

“I just like that you look relaxed and happy, I don’t want these assholes to bother you at all,” Hunter mumbled and kissed my forehead. “You know you don’t have to do this right? We could just get rid of them.”

I sighed and nodded. “I know but... they are my parents, I at least owe them this.”

“So sweet.” Hunter shook his head before kissing me.

I froze as I heard familiar voices echoing downstairs. I nearly groaned, but instead, I brushed off imaginary lint from my dress and turned towards the door. This was it.

“Get your hands off me right now!” my mother’s shrill voice echoed. The four of us had been walking towards the dining room, our silence comfortable but ruined by her sudden outburst.

“Where is my daughter?!” That would be my father.

I walked into the room and stood in the door frame, looking around the smaller dining room with interest. I briefly categorized that my parents looked stressed but more than that, they seemed afraid. Of what, I didn’t know. I didn’t try to communicate in any form, instead, I waited until they noticed me, which didn’t take long.

“Oh good,” my mother hissed, “now we can fucking leave.”

My mates spread throughout the room comfortably, some enforcers that I’d recognized on the edges of the space. My eyes narrowed on the third guest at the table, someone that I’d never seen before but who seemed perfectly at home with his situation. Who the hell was this? My parents were crazy, but bringing along random men? That seemed odd for even them.

“Did you fucking mate with someone?!” my father bellowed as I met his gaze, noticing the fear infused with it.

“Who are you?” Hunter rumbled in demand of the stranger sitting at the table.

The man looked up, my parents silent, as he stared at me for a long moment before looking at Hunter. “Michael, I’m Colette’s fiancé.”

I snorted, not liking the frigid chill the man’s eyes gave me, but also finding the statement ridiculous. My mother offered me a horrified look and my father turned purple in fury at my behavior.

Luca sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “This is idiotic.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his frustration because in retrospect this all did seem ridiculous. Had I really been afraid of these two? Now that I could see their panic, fear, and desperation, I sort of just felt sorry for them.

I sat down at the head of the table, staring at the three of them curiously.

Michael shifted and decided to open his stupid mouth. “She’s been promised to me, I have the legal documents to prove it.”

My brows raised as I heard Dylan let out a low growl, his temper sparking dangerously. I grimaced, trying to process what he was saying… and then it all hit me. My eyes falling on my parents as anger surged through me. My magic stilled as I considered how to handle this. How to handle the absolute bullshit I’d just been handed.

Without my full control, my magic expanded out, pushing to limits it had never gone before. Instead of explosive, it was calm, moving through the space and bringing everyone into a large network connection that was fueled by the icy rage growing inside of me. I stood leaning over the table as I spoke softly, knowing every single person in the room could hear me. I wasn’t sure I could maintain it… but right now that didn’t matter.

“What does he mean I’ve been promised to him?”

Both my parents paled as I waited for them to explain, or attempt to spin some lie because I was well fucking aware of