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First published March 31, 2017
”It’ll be painful for a while.” His free hand gripped the headrest, his face drawing closer.
“But all the pain will be worth it in the end.”
For just a moment, I felt a spark of deep appreciation for my pairs. They were so strong, so fierce and protective… but they never stopped me. Never held me back. They believed in my strength, and they trusted me completely.Now there’s a relationship I can finally support.
I was beginning to feel as though my whole world was made up of beautiful things that had been born out of pain.
“You’re getting a tattoo.” Noah laughed from the front seat. “You said you wanted a permanent insurance policy, remember?”
“Uh …” I felt like I was losing brain cells by the second. “Did I agree to this at some point?”
“We offered to get you a ring,” Cabe stated casually. “You said that was a bad idea, so this is our compromise.”
“You offered to marry me,” I pointed out. “And when you realised that I couldn’t legally marry four people, you decided that I’d marry you all in order, filing for divorce every other year just to keep the cycle going.”
As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt a touch against my lower lip. His hand had shifted up, his thumb dragging across the sensitive skin of my mouth. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the curious touch. He parted my lips briefly, the pad of this thumb pressing against my teeth. He slid closer, his breath mingling with mine.
“Do you know how hard it is not to take you right now?” he whispered, his finger dragging up to the corner of my mouth and then tracing up the slope of my cheekbone.
That was our relationship: unspoken gratitude and small gestures that spoke big words. It was the relationship of brothers.
“Nerds?” Miro smirked, sinking further into his seat and pushing the back down so that he was almost vertical, laying one of his arms over his eyes. “You say that like you’re not one of them.”
“I know how to use a HK416. That puts me two rungs above a nerd.”
“No, you’re right.” He sounded amused, his arm shifting so that one of his eyes was bared, peering out at me. “That makes you a nerd with a gun.”
I rolled my eyes, turning the lights on when we reached the base of Le Chateau. “A nerd with a gun is a thirteen-year-old on a video game shouting headshot, headshot, headshot!”
“I’ve heard you shout that before.” Miro was chuckling now, lowering his arm back over his eye.
“Doesn’t count if it’s real life. If I kick a person in the head and say headshot, it’s considered cool.”
“Or illegal.”
“It’s barely illegal. It’s just a little kick to the head.”
“If the little kick to the head lands them in hospital, it’s voluntary manslaughter, and that happens to be illegal.”
“You’re heavier than you were two weeks ago,” he whispered. “Been eating your feelings again, Si?”
“Hey!” Noah called out from above, the tone of his voice sharp. “Are we at the grabbing and kissing stage already?”
Silas blinked, breaking the spell, and his smile reappeared. That was the reaction he had wanted, apparently. I turned, seeing Cabe and Noah hanging out the window.
“Did you forget to wear your garlic necklace again today, little devil?” Cabe called out, a small smile twisting his lips.
“Are you a vampire now?” I asked Silas, casting him a sideways glance.
“Apparently.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels.
“It’s a demotion, I think. You used to be King of the Underworld. Now you’re just a vampire. You’re losing street cred.”
I recognised Poison’s car parked behind Cabe’s along the side of the road, and a moment later she appeared, Clarin and Tariq in tow. I grinned, more than a little relieved. The tension was getting a little too thick when I was alone with the guys. “Have no fear,” Poison quipped, catching the expression on my face. “The back-up harem is here. Plus your fake brother, but he’s just tagging along.” Somewhere behind me, Silas groaned.
“That took a while.” Clarin was twisted in his seat, searching us with a look. “You two weren’t sneaking off for alone time without the others, were you?”
Poison started up the car, a snort sounding from her seat as she began to turn around. Silas was on his phone again, ignoring everyone else.
“No.” I focused my attention on the window. I needed this line of questioning to end; the sooner the better.
“Because I’m not cool with that,” Clarin continued. “I’m team Noah and Cabe.”
Silas looked up from his phone, fixing Clarin with a murderous look.
“Just kidding.” Clarin visibly paled, turning back around to face the front. “Poison, distract the Dark Lord with music please.”
“The age gap,” Clarin clarified. I couldn’t actually see his face, but I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Between you and Seph, I mean. What is it? Ten years? Twenty years?”
Poison must have turned the radio off completely, because the car was suddenly silent.
“Seven,” I quickly supplied, afraid that Silas would actually cripple Clarin in some way if he kept asking questions.
“Twenty-seven?” Clarin fake-gasped.
“That’s what she said,” Poison confirmed.
“Can I hurt them?” Silas asked.