“Not happening.” He smirks, pulling away. “You’ll figure it out soon enough how to handle it.”
“How is it you can hear mine, but I can’t hear yours?” I blurt out without thinking about it.
Pyro’s fingers come up to stroke my cheek as hesits on the edge of my bed. “We’re gonna have a lot of time to talk about all of this. Now isn’t the time, but to answer your question, Sweets, you aren’t ready to hear my thoughts. I’m keeping them from you to protect you.”
Protect me?
From what?
I want to ask, but he shakes his head, stopping me from speaking. Of course, he’s hearing my thoughts because he’s a weirdo.
Shaking my head, I look away from him, needing to be able to think, but not wanting to at the same time.
Moments pass before there was a knock on the door, and I see my brother standing there looking at me with uncertainty. I’m not sure what to say or do right now, not that I could do much of anything with my leg as it is.
What I do know without a doubt is that I love my brother, and I don’t like seeing him upset.
SEVEN
PYRO
“Can I come in?”Inferno asks, eyes on his sister.
I can hear her uncertainty, but it’s nothing like her brother’s. Since bonding with her the other night, I’ve dealt with a lot of thoughts in my head. Had to think about a lot of my own shit.
Feeling the bond with Carina, something inside me has shifted, and I don’t understand it. All I know is I can’t stand to be away from her. She’d been out for a full day before her conscious mind started to wake. My dragon had reached for her, instantly clasping onto her, keeping her with us.
“You know you don’t have to ask,” Carina says, speaking to her brother.
The man hadn’t seen his sister while she was in the ICU. Blamed himself, but from what he said, it won’t be on him, her being here. She’d left before he spoke to her. What he said might have been fucked up, but that doesn’t make it his fault.
Inferno steps into the room, his grandparents right behind him, along with his mate.
“I’ll step out and talk to the others while you all talk,” I tell them while looking between Inferno and Clay.
“You don’t have to go,” Marina remarks. “Stay. This is family talk right now, and you’re now family.”
I wouldn’t say that. Just ‘cause I bonded with her doesn’t make me a part of a family unit.
“Brother stay,” Inferno says, meeting my gaze.
I look to Carina, hearing her thoughts and nod as they all come closer. I need to report to Heat and find out what’s going on with Kinley and finding her. Also, other shit that’s going on at the club, but my dragon wants us here.
I sit back out of the way while the family talks. It’s different seeing the group together talking. I hear what they’re saying, though I’m not fully listening.
Not until Inferno steps closer to Carina’s side and takes her hand. “I shouldn’t have said what I did to you. It was fucked and not cool.”
“You didn’t say anything but the truth.” Carina shrugs. Her eyes say one thing, like she’s brushing it off, while her thoughts say something completely different. What Inferno said had hurt her. Made her feel . . . fuck. I can’t take this shit.
“Brother, what you said fucked her up,” I say, speaking up, my voice rough even to my own ears.
Inferno glances at me, brow cocked. “What?”
“She’s lying to you,” I tell him, and look to Carina. “Tell him the truth. He’s man enough to hear it.”
“Stay out of my head, damnit,” she snaps, glaring at me.
“Wouldn’t be in your head if you fuckin’ shielded your thoughts. For fuck’s sake, woman, he knows what he said was fucked up. Keep it real with him and don’t sugarcoat shit.”
