he learns that he can’t pull this shit with me anymore. In the beginning I kept quiet, not sure where I fit and not willing to put a stop to the hate aimed my way if it meant risking the answers I was so desperate for. But I’m fresh out of fucks these days.
“Word on the street is that two-thirds of your idiot brigade managed to get themselves caught and now need rescuing,” I say to him, my tone casual, but my eyes are bleeding just as much disdain and judgment as his are. “Want to fill all of us in on how you ended up here in the first place?” I ask, pushing for answers to the questions that have been churning inside of me since the sisters mentioned that Lachlan, Keegan, and Silva were here following some mystery lead.
Silva’s gaze narrows slightly before he looks away and turns his displeasure on Aydin. “What the hell, Aydin?” he asks, giving him a pointed look, like somehow his real question isn’t obvious.
I step toward Aydin, refusing to be dismissed. “What do you mean, Silva, you don’t need help? You’ve got things covered here?”
He doesn’t say anything, and all I can do is shake my head at how ridiculous he’s being. Looks like all this time spent with Lachlan has pushed Silva even further into his dislike for me, although why I feel surprised and frustrated by that, I don’t know.
“It’s cool, Silva,” I tell him when it’s clear he’s not going to speak to me directly. I walk back to the van. “Let me know when you’re ready to pull your head out of your ass and realize I’m probably your best bet at getting your coven back,” I tell him over my shoulder as I pull my bag out and move toward the house on the left.
“Little Badass, where are you going?” Aydin calls at my back.
“To find somewhere to crash.”
“Those houses haven’t been opened up yet,” Silva informs me, abandoning the silent treatment he seemed hell-bent on administering.
“I’ve stayed in worse places,” I tell him nonchalantly. “I’m sure as fuck not staying with you or anyone else incapable of getting over themselves.” With that, I shoot a look over my shoulder at Knox and Bastien.
They both meet my frustrated gaze head on, neither one of them ready to back down yet. I shake my head and walk out of the halo of light the center house is providing and out into the dark cold of the Belarusian night. If they want to stew in their anger, that’s their choice, but they can stay with their uncle, who I’m sure would be all too happy to fan the flames of discord.
Pain flashes through my chest at the thought that maybe Knox and Bastien might never come around. That maybe they’ll start looking at me the way their uncle and my uncle do. I let anger drop kick the hurt right out of my chest and steel myself. If this is all it takes to break their faith in me, then I probably never had it in the first place and I’m better off without them.
I twist the knob to the front door of the dark building I’ve claimed as mine. The wood of the door sticks to the frame, so I shove my shoulder into it and force it open. I’m not sure what I expected, maybe dust and cobwebs all over, but it looks pretty clean past the stale feel of the place and the cold air that greets me from the entryway. I flip a switch to my left, and the lights blink on. The scuffling of feet sounds just behind me, and I turn to find Torrez.
“So, Witch, or should I say Sentinel?” he queries, half his beautiful mouth turned up in a smile. I chuckle. “Yep, the guys filled me in on the car ride over. I always knew there was something different about you,” he taps his nose, and I reach out to flick it. “Where’s our room?” he asks with a sly grin as he dodges my assault.
“Our room?” I ask.
“Definitely our room. You need time to process, and I have no issue with that, but you’re mine now, and I’m yours. I don’t see any point pretending things are any other way.”
I raise an eyebrow in question at his statement. He’s right, and I did just say anyone staying here needed to get over themselves, and I have no trouble admitting that