I rubbed my eyes. “Zeph, be realistic.” I begged.
The moment the water started on Aiden’s shower, Zephyr had appeared in my darkened doorway like a dream demon. He still loomed there, now, his muscled arms crossed over his broad chest.
Rafe and Wyatt had left hours ago, and Zephyr had only left Aiden and I alone for most of the day to put off the conversation from hell we were about to have. The visit to Vince was bothering him, like it’d bothered all of us.
“I am,” he shot back. “Aiden’s mom tried tokillhim. The school was attacked by the same psychos who killed our parents. Regardless of what that old man said, those people were looking for you. They called you–”
“Don’t,” I hissed.
Zephyr clenched his jaw. “I don’t want you going back there. The attack is the perfect excuse to disappear. Aiden even had the same idea.”
I looked away sharply, my gaze catching on my bedspread.
I loved being back home. I loved my things, and my room, and theview. I loved the sound of the waves crashing outside. But I still knew I needed to go back.
Wyatt had to be back at the academy. I couldn’t stay here knowing he’d be back there, but I couldn’t tell Zephyr that. He didn’t have a Chain, yet. He didn’t understand the biologicalneedto be close to the other members yet, even if they were assholes.
“I have to go back,” I said. “We can still research how to help Levi. I can still learn how to hone this–”
“Don’t make me laugh,” Zephyr snapped. “There’s nothing to hone and you know it.”
“What’s going on?”
Zephyr and I pursed our lips in unison before turning to face Aiden. He was still dripping wet from the shower, with only one of my pink towels wrapped around his waist, hung low on his hips as he looked back and forth between us. He used another towel to scrub the extra moisture from his hair.
I licked my lips while he smirked at me.
“Just a sibling discussion,” Zephyr said lightly, all traces of alpha-hole gone from his tone.
“Zephyr doesn’t want us going back to school,” I said flatly.
My brother glared at me.
“Why?” Aiden asked, running the extra towel across his chest, drying himself more and further distracting me.
Aiden wasn’t a hairy guy. He had just a bit of dark, auburn hair across his chest, and then a thin trail leading down to my favorite place. My eyes traced that trail of hair as he spoke, my mind thoroughly distracted by the memory of my face being pressed right up against that spot just a few hours ago before Rafe and Wyatt had fucking interrupted us.
“Knock it the fuck off,” Zephyr hissed at me.
I blinked, noticing Aiden’s smug grin. He didn’t move to grab any clothes to change. He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms in a pose that was straight out of a magazine.
“We’re going back.” I said through my horny haze.
“What does Aiden think?” Zephyr said, holding my gaze.
“Aiden thinks he’s right here and he can speak for himself,” Aiden said, furrowing his brow.
I narrowed my eyes at Zephyr.Apologize,I hissed.
Zephyr sighed. “Sorry, Aiden. You know I didn’t mean anything by that, I’m just pissed at Skye.”
Aiden nodded, though his jaw was clenched.
“We’re going back,” I said again. “I may not have anything to hone, but Aiden does. And if Wyatt–”
“Don’tsay his name,” Zephyr groaned.
I ignored him, continuing as if he hadn’t spoken.
