the fuck go!”
My hand spasms when it opens, and I take a step back, my right arm lowering slowly as I meet that turquoise stare, basically daring her to step toward me.
Her eyes abandon mine to shoot across to Damon. “Get out.”
“Red-“
She doesn’t scream at him like she did at me.
“I won’t tell you again.”
I’m almost laughing at her behavior.
Who the hell does this woman think she is walking in here and ordering us both around?
When Damon leaves without another word, my brows shoot up my forehead in surprise.
I won’t lie.
I’m actually a little impressed.
Somehow Emily has managed to get us both under control, and I have no idea how she’s done it.
Ten years.
Ten fucking years since we’ve really spent time with her and we’re still both bowing at her feet.
So many people consider this girl weak, but they have no idea about the strength inside. She acts so damn prim and proper, so delicate and well-managed, so meek and mild until that temper blows, and then she’s snapping orders and shaking the walls down around her.
Damon and I both listen when she makes her demands.
And maybe that’s the problem.
Maybe that’s always been the problem.
Maybe I should snap my leash and finally stop listening.
“You should get out, too,” I tell her as I turn and walk over to my bed.
Dropping my weight on the mattress, I lean against the pillows and tuck my hands behind my head, my ankles crossed like I’m fully relaxed without a single fuck to give about walking in on the woman I love making out with my goddamned brother.
Rather than listening to me (not that I thought she would), Emily closes the door, turns to face me and folds her arms across her chest.
“That wasn’t how it looked.”
Oh, Jesus. Is she seriously giving me that tired line? I toss one right back at her.
“Right, because you two were just inspecting each other’s tonsils with your tongues. Perfectly normal.”
“He kissed me.”
A bark of laughter bursts from my chest. “I’ve heard that before, too, killer. A little over a week ago, in fact.”
Locking my eyes to hers, I decide to strike where it hurts.
“Did I kiss you, too? Was it just me fucking you a week ago? Is that what you tell yourself so your conscience is clear? I’m sure you had no part in what happened between us either. It was all me, right?”
The pink over her cheeks morphs into an angry red, the color so dark it matches her hair.
The thing about fighting with a queen that’s important to remember is that these bitches have claws that sink deep and hit their mark.
“And I guess you’re perfectly fine with hurting Damon even after being held back and forced to watch someone else abuse him. It wasn’t enough for you to see him get beaten. You have to be the same kind of monster that reminds him what it’s like.”
I’m on my feet again so fast I don’t remember jumping up from the bed.
By the time I finally comprehend I’ve moved, I’ve backed Emily against a wall, her defiant little chin tipped high and my head ducking down until we’re eye level.
“Don’t even pretend you know anything about that. Don’t say the first fucking word about it.”
“I know I’m right,” she argues, her eyes like knives stabbing me in the face. “I know you can’t help but hurt people when you get mad. There’s a reason people call you Violence.”
She has no idea.
Rather than yelling or threatening her, I grin instead, the look cold and emotionless.
“Yeah, sweetheart, there is a reason they call me that. But there’s other reasons, too. Would you like to strip off your clothes and find out about them? I’ll be more than happy to demonstrate.”
Planting a hand on the wall by her head, I run a hard look down her body and back up again, my grin widening in a dare.
Her pissed off glare doesn’t so much as twitch in response.
Such a queen.
Strong and fucking fearless.
“This isn’t working,” she snaps instead of acknowledging what I said.
“You’re damn right about that.”
“So then we should end this.”
No.
There’s no way in hell that’s happening.
It doesn’t matter how furious I am right now, there’s no way I’m letting her go again.
I push away from the wall and step back from her.
“In five weeks, we will.”
Throwing up her arms in frustration, she steps my direction and stops.
“Why? This is ridiculous, Ezra. It’s been one week, and already you and Damon are fighting.”
I step toward her.
“Well maybe