It’s why they’ve kept Mirabelle locked away doing God knows what to her.
“You fuckingbastard!” Ash roars, throwing himself against the metal door of his stable, the bang echoing off the walls of the barn. His eyes are wild and crazed, the silver part of his irises pushed back by his blown pupils until they’re just a thin ring.
Rage slams against the bars of his stable too, the metal groaning under the impact.
I’d be lying if I said the scent of Mirabelle’s scent—twisted and broken, but at the same time, the sweetest thing in the universe—didn’t cause something similar to go off in my brain, but I know that yelling at the kid won’t get us any answers.
Rowan flinches, holding his hands up insurrender.
“Calm down, let me explain?—“
“Explain? What the fuck is there to explain? I can scent her all over you!” He scoffs, glaring daggers at him. “You’re just like your fucking brother, you were just waiting for the perfect opportunity for you to fucking pounce on her, weren’t you? After making her feel all safe with you?”
Rowan’s jaw grinds at Ash’s words.
“I didn’t—I didn’t take advantage of her,” he bites out.
“Oh, really? Like I’ll fucking believe that when I can fucking smell her slick all over you.”
“She—she needed help. She was in pain. You didn’t see her—see the shape she was in. It was horrible, I?—“
“Yeah, none of us have seen her ‘cause you’ve kept us locked in here! Away from her!”
Ash’s words are punctuated by Rage slamming against the door of his stable, the scent of Mirabelle probably driving him insane.
He’s been slipping further and further into his ferality each day that passes without her.
We’re getting nowhere with Ash continuing to interrogate Rowan. Except he’s asking all the wrong questions. He should ask how Mirabelle is doing. What’s going on? When can we see her next?
“So what’re you here to do?” Ash scoffs. “Rub it in?”
Okay, that’s better, at least. Though, in my opinion that parting shot was unnecessary.
My gaze darts to the transport cage attached to the back of the ATV.
“You’re bringing one of us to help her,” I say, my voice low.
Rowan’s gaze darts to me, and his shoulders deflate ever so slightly when he realizes I’m not yelling at him.
The kid’s got it rough. He probably feels like he’s being attacked on all sides. His family’s a piece of work, and now he’s in charge of taking care of us while being the youngest.
I think Ash is blinded by the stress of not knowing what in the world was happening to Mirabelle over the past few weeks. Plus, the withdrawals that’re starting from the lowered enhancement drug doses we’re being given.
Though, to be fair, Ash has never really been fond of the kid.
“I am,” Rowan nods to me. “You.”
The single syllable makes my blood roar in my ears.
Me.
I get to go see Mirabelle.
Not just see Mirabelle, it seems. Helping her.
Through her fucking heat.
By fucking her.
