“They were all silent,” I say, suddenly regretting it even more.
“That’s no surprise, but you did the right thing. I’m proud of you,” she says gently. I can hear Kaden making car sounds in the background.
I’m quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say, but she doesn’t hang up on me either. “It’s a beautiful pack; I’m sure they must just be weighing in on that revelation. It’ll be ok. Do you want me to come?”
“You’ll come to Uncle Liam’s pack for me?” I ask teasingly.
“I have no issue with him; he’s just such a rule follower.”
I giggle as I look up towards the window where I had seen Theo jump from. Well, not all of his sons are.
“No, it’s alright, you don’t need to. We’re going to have a family outing that you will not be able to evade, anyway,” I reply. “I’ll hang up now, bye.”
I end the call spotting movement in that same bedroom, seeing a ray of light as the door must have opened, and then I see Theo’s silhouette as he walks across the room, head lowered as he brings a lighter to his lips and lights a cigarette.
I smile cunningly as I stand up. Time to talk face-to-face.
I really have no idea why Hades would choose Theo Westwood of all people as his favoured.
He is absolutely infuriating, but I plan to get what I want by all means necessary.
Using a spell, I levitate myself up to his windowsill, sitting on it, before swinging my legs gracefully into his room. Rudely but still gracefully.
“Sorry for the intrusion, but we really need to talk.” I fold my arms and look over at him.
He sighs, blowing out a cloud of smoke that forms a skull. “You know, I really liked you better when you ignored me.”
Persistence
Heaven
“There are two kinds of girls in this world: the annoying kind and the extremely annoying pain-in-the-ass kind. You, Blondie, just got upgraded to the pain-in-the-ass category.”
“I don’t need you to like me; I need you to do as I ask,” I reply haughtily.
“Oh, sorry, I bloody forgot we must all worship you. Oh, wait, we don’t. The answer was – and still is no,” he replies, as if he’s bored. He’s about to walk away when I turn the key in the lock with a flick of my finger. His eyes narrow before he turns and looks at me.
“Well, it’s time you say yes, before your entire family knows your truth.”
His smirk slips ever so slightly as he looks back at me. “You’re under oath,” he whispers. “Remember?” He plants a hand on my head as he bends down to look me in the eye. I’m five feet eight, and yet he still towers over me, which is soannoying. I stare back unfazed into his milky white eyes.
“I am, but Alessandra is not. Why do you want it to remain hidden?” I ask, swatting his hand away.
“Not that it’s your business, but we all know this whole Westwood-Rossi affair means everyone’s in everyone’s business, and I don’t like anyone being in mine.”
“Hmm,” I reply emotionlessly. “Then help me, and no one will know. I will stop nagging you after that.”
“I highly doubt one favour will be enough for you. You know, you’re kinda weird. You act more dead and emotionless than the skeletons in the Blood Moon Pack graveyard.”
I won’t ever admit it, but being called emotionless makes me happy. It means I am in control of my emotions. Good going.
“Well then, you might need to dig them up to make sure they aren’t dead, because I am very much alive and very much fed up with your nonsense. Don’t you want to help our families?”
He drops onto his bed, his feet reaching the end of it despite it being so massive. He takes a puff on his cigarette, and I take the moment to look around.
The room is… dark. Well, we are in the dark, but it’s not very bright. He has a pile of balls to one side, as well as daggers, weights, clothes, shoes and books. All scattered everywhere.
I wrinkle my nose at the old socks that lie around the room; he has a few paintings on the walls, mainly dark images of shadows, and he has a huge TV that really doesn’t fit the size of his room, opposite the bed, with a PlayStation set up beneath it. The aesthetic of this room is dreadful. Not to mention, there area few old food cartons on it beneath the huge TV that don’t help matters.
