“They slept.” Ezekial’s eyes sweep over Sai then me. “Both of them. Together.”
“Together? As in… skin-on-skin together?” Sai’s voice drops, the disbelief roughened by something darker. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
Kane stares hard at his brother. “Ezekial, there’s no need—”
But his words disintegrate, because all I can focus upon is the memory Ezekial shares.
Her. Asleep. On Kane’s chest.
Her skin slightly flushed and once more filled with a glow, her hair surrounding her in a plume of red like a radiant flame, a vibrant halo. And she’s... touching him.
Jealousy. No... envy. The bitter, acrid, feverish emotion swarms around us.
My fangs ache as I study the memory intently, fixating upon the tiny pulse beneath her smooth throat, how her delicate fingers clutch onto Kane.
I may not show my inner turmoil, not like Sai, who’s practically vibrating with envious rage, his markings blazing. But they all sense it.
Then the memory flitters away.
Without the image, more reasonable—justifiable—thoughts resume.
“Thank you, for healing her,” I manage.
“So you get a sleepoverandtext messages…” Sai tuts as he leans in, trying to glimpse Kane’s screen before he shields it. “You should call her, put it on speaker,” he cooly suggests. When Kane shoots him a warning glare, Sai shrugs. “Relax. I can be quiet. I’ll be as quiet as the man whose tongue I ripped out this morning—”
The cheerful jingle silences us all.
Kane reads the new message, dark brows pulling together, then his gaze flits over each of us. “She wants a meeting. With us all.”
Ezekial frowns. “When? Where?”
“Tonight. Your meeting room.” Kane types out another message. “I’m trying to convince her Julien and Sai aren’t necessary.”
“You fucker.” Sai lunges for Kane’s phone, but the dark-being moves effortlessly aside.
Then the jingle returns and Kane exhales, glancing up. “She disagrees.”
Sai’s smirks. “Knew she would.”
Kane and Ezekial trade a look of distaste, which makes Sai’s smirk twist into something darker. “What?” he snaps. “You think we don’t deserve to see her?”
“After what you did? No.” Ezekial’s voice is all steel, his eyes burning silver. “You fucked up, both of you, and you think we should just forget about it?”
“No,” I interject before Sai explodes. “Not forget. But remember we have all made mistakes, and that it is Jasmine who decides how we move forwards. It’s her choice, not yours.”
My words strike a chord with both brothers. Their fury is warranted, expected, impressive quite honestly. It also reveals just how much our darkest brother has been lying to us—hiding.
Because his reaction, the revenge he wanted to enact on her behalf, was far beyond what I’d ever imagined. Dreamed of. It delighted me.
“What exactlydidshe tell you?” Sai asks with a small, teasing smile aimed at Kane. “Did she give you any details? Visuals?”
I glance at him.“Careful, Sai.”
Kane’s eyes bore into Sai until another text comes through, forcing his gaze away.
Sai smirks, sending me a sly look.“If she can feel us fighting, if that makes her text…”His expression is devious now, dangerous, especially given how close we were to the dark only moments ago.“Got an idea.”
“Sai, I’m uncertain an idea of yours is the wisest in this fragile situation—”
