“No.” Magnus shook his head at Wyatt. “If he did, Reese would be here.”
Devlin’s attention snapped back to his brother. “Why the fuck would Reese be here?”
“Because our mark showed up on our hip,” Wyatt answered. “Where’s yours, Devlin?”
Okay, now I was starting to get scared. Mark? What the hell was going on? Did I have a cancerous tumor or something?
I tried to wriggle away from Magnus enough to speak, but his hold was too firm. All I could do as Devlin stared down at me was growl incoherent curses.
“Fuck!” Devlin barked out and ran his fingers through his hair. “Get off her!”
To my surprise, that’s exactly what his brothers did. Wyatt and Magnus let me go and sprang off the bed. Devlin, however, kept his hand on my leg. When I looked back at him, he was staring down at my thigh while his thumb swept over my birthmark.
Really? That’s what all this was about.
I yanked my leg out of his grip and kicked him in the chest. “Get out!”
His dark eyes locked on mine. “Careful, Sydney.”
“Fuck you!” I snarled and jumped off the bed to puff my chest up against him. “You think you’re funny, coming in here and picking on someone half your size.”
I jabbed my finger in his chest.
“I’ve got claws too. And you don’t want to see what I can do with them.” I glared over my shoulder, shooting daggers at his brothers and added, “Any of you.”
Wyatt snickered. “Sounds like a challenge to me.”
“Try it,” I shot back at him. “And you…” I spun back around to face Devlin. “Just because I walked into the wrong room doesn’t give you the right to do this.”
Whatever this was.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be seeing a lot more of my room.” Devlin seized my chin and dug his fingers into my cheeks. “You’re mine now,Bréagán. That doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you. Don’t. Piss. Me. Off.”
All my anger came out in the laugh that tore from my lips. “Oh, you haven’t even begun to see pissed off.”
“Trust me, little girl. You have no idea what pissed off means.” I could feel the heat coming from the anger burning in his dark eyes. “If it wasn’t for Reese, I’d have slit your throat already.”
Normally, I’d have brushed off his threat as nothing more than empty words, but something in his tone told me that he wasn’t lying. Devlin did want to kill me. That was okay. I wanted to kill him too.
I had one goal in life now. Make Devlin’s existence a living hell.
And I’d drag his brothers along for the ride.
For the last seven years, my mornings were pretty much the same. Someone came barging into my room, yelling at me like the house was on fire and I had to run for my life.
Sometimes that’s exactly what I’d think was happening. I’d grab a coat and run out of my room, only to find out that the emergency was simply that I might be late.
I chalked this up to the fact that CPS didn’t take it too kindly when school was missed. Therefore, it was up to the foster parents to make sure the kid was up and gone in time. Who knew, maybe it wasn’t like that for some? For me, heart attacks were a normal part of my morning routine.
But here, in the Adair household, things were very different.
Disturbing didn’t even begin to explain what it felt like to be gently nudged awake. That feeling didn’t get any better when my eyes fluttered open to see some lady was smiling down at me.
Honestly, I had no idea what to do. I just stared at her while trying to figure out if I was dreaming. It wouldn’t be the first time some creepy, sweet smile haunted my subconscious.
“Good morning, miss.”
Miss?
