“Damn. He pulled out the big guns,” she says, eyes wide. “Have you guys talked about this before?”
“Not really,” I say. “I think I need G to be taken care of before I can broach the subject again.”
“Ohh. I can help with this,” she says, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the house.
Lark doesn’t bother to lock the door as she leads me past the foyer, the dining room, and the sitting room to my living room at the back of the house. I don’t fucking know why I chose such a big place, but it’s certainly working in my favor now.
Wow. There’s a mini command center in my living room.
“Umm hi?” I say, watching as Lark leaves me to curl up in an armchair to grab her laptop. She’s clearly been here for a while, judging from her blankets in her lap to snuggle in, as well as her emotional support water bottle tucked beside her.
Kyren glances up with a grin, while Izzy walks over to hug me tightly.
“Hi,” he says. “We’re planning our entrance and escape from the Henderson mansion. We also called in a few favors.”
“More than a few,” someone laughs. He has short blonde hair, and he’s looking over a map in front of him.
“That’s Sloane,mi amor,”Izzy explains.
I tentatively nod, staying silent. I don’t know what’s happening, and I think Izzy can tell my body is stiffening up as he rubs my back. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.
“I’m Aiden,” another voice says distractedly beside Kyren, looking over his shoulder.
“Would someone like to explain what’s happening?” I ask.
“Silva!” Syrus calls out. “I’m in the kitchen. I want to feed you before you fall over.”
“He’s not wrong,” I sigh. Maybe this is why I feel kind of grouchy. There’s too many people in my house.
“Love you,” Izzy chuckles.
“I love you too,” I say, hugging him back before I trudge away. Just because I hate everything and my stomach is growling, doesn’t make it any less true.
I can feel two pairs of eyes following me as I walk to the kitchen, but I ignore them. If my sister’s scent matches have questions for me, they can use their damn words.
See? Fuck everyone.
“Hi,” Syrus says, wrapping his arms around me as I walk into the kitchen. “Sorry for all the people, baby girl. We can go hide outside to eat, and I’ll catch you up.”
“Isn’t hiding rude?” I ask, my eyes lighting up at the sandwiches he already has made.
“Not when it’s your house and you weren’t expecting to walk into this,” he shrugs. “You don’t owe anyone a thing. I also think you deserve the space to come down after hanging with little kids that don’t have a mute button.”
My lips twitch as he releases me to pick up the plates and I grab the glasses of water he has on the counter. As we walk to the back door, I bite my lip as I see that we both have our hands full.
“I got the door,” Emmett says, reaching over to open it.
“Is Lexi here?” I ask, using my hip to catch the door and hold it open.
“She just got here,” he replies. “I’ll tell her you’ll come join us after you eat.”
Nodding, I walk to the swing and place the water on the table nearby. The heaters are already blowing, which means that Syrus planned for us to come out here already.
Handing me a plate, he sits beside me, watching as I take a large bite and begin to chew. Not only is it a sandwich, it’s a chicken ranch sandwich, and it’s fucking delicious. Syrus cut it on a diagonal too, which is the only way to cut a sandwich in my professional opinion.
“Oh my god,” I mumble as I chew happily.
“Good,” he rumbles, taking a bite of his own sandwich as he leans back on the pillows.
