Is he angry at me? Angry at how I’ve made things between the two of us? Angry at himself?
I’m only angry at our past that keeps rearing itself up in my present.
Ten
A Redo
“Why didyou do that to him?”
“Do what?” I hiss the moment Kain closes his bedroom door behind me.
The room is bland. Where Chaos has books and decor lining his shelves, Kain’s room is a flat white color. A few sheets of paper lie forgotten on his dresser and other than that and the king size bed against the far wall, there is absolutely nothing of personal interest in here.
“Sinister wants you so bad he’s willing to torture himself by being around you every day and not touch you. And the moment he does touch you, you shove him back down.”
“I do not.” I shrug off the coat and attempt to lower my voice. I know they’re standing in the kitchen just yards away. Their damn shifter hearing is probably picking up my every breath.
“Are you afraid of what Rime or me will think of you being attracted to Sinister? Because I hate to break it to you, but Rime doesn’t see love like the rest of the world does.”
I blink up at the furious redheaded man.
He’s right. None of us see love the way the rest of the world does. Some might think it’s odd for me to be so drawn to two men who are openly attracted to one another. It’s not odd though. Because I understand it completely. We have a stronger connection because we see each other for exactly who we are. And none of us try to change that. One of the things I love about them, is that they’ve never shamed me for being drawn to all three of them.
And I should know that they’d never shame me for being attracted to Sinister too.
That’s not the problem though. There’s never been a problem with how sexy I think Sinister is. The issue is I don’t know who we are any more. It terrifies me that if I admit my feelings for him, I’ll just be clinging on to an old memory of who we once were.
And I’m not that girl any more. And he’s not that sweet boy any more.
Big hands clasp ahold of my wrists and Kain pulls me hard against his chest. His head tilts down as mine tips up to him. “Talk to him. I know what it’s like to be on the other side of your fucking confusing personality, Arlow.” My eyes narrow on his playful smile. “Talk to him,” he whispers sternly once more.
Kain is a good leader. Not that I know much about authority figures. He’s a good friend though. He holds us together with our best interest constantly at the front of his mind. In this moment, his alpha status shows through with shining colors.
His lips brush the corner of my mouth, making me lean in for more. But he steps away before I can even feel the warmth of his kiss. He opens the door and strides away from me. My gaze lands on shining crimson eyes.
Chaos now stands at the kitchen table next to Rime, whispering and apparently getting updated on the gossip that is my life.
“Can I talk to you, Sin?” My voice is this tiny little sound that I swallow down and force confidence to up in its place. My shoulders square.
He comes to me the moment I say his name. He doesn’t look back once at the men who watch us. The casual stride that brings him to me doesn’t reflect the tension that I feel in my chest. It’s like there’s nothing wrong in his life in this moment.
Maybe there isn’t. Maybe I’m overthinking everything.
He leaves the door open and I pace a little before finally settling on the bed. The headboard meets my spine as I try to find a sense of normalcy between us.
“I acted weird earlier,” I finally say.
“No, I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.”
My heart sinks. He thinks he made me uncomfortable. He didn’t. I don’t think he could ever make me uncomfortable around him. Confused, yes. Almost all the time.
We’re so strange. Everything about Sinister and me is the most peculiar relationship. Even when I dated his brother, he never let that get between us. Years of our messy lives lay between us. And yet, we can’t let each other go.
He comes a little closer, lingering near the edge of the bed. Slowly he takes a seat at the very edge.
“Do you miss him?” My gaze holds on his.
A scoffing sound tumbles from his lips before he shakes his head slowly. He buried his only brother in the forest just beyond these houses, and all he can do is scoff about him.
