“I heard you couldn’t even tell them her last name.”
Gianni. He had spoken to my brother.
That bastard.
With all of my strength, I loudly cried as I fought against the ropes. It was hopeless. Dante was too good at the Shibari. Tully watched me with amusement and waited for me to stop struggling before he continued to taunt me.
“What else don’t you know about your supposed soulmate?”
“Her last name doesn’t fucking matter.” I shook my head.
“Why, because you’re gonna give her yours? So romantic.” He rolled his eyes. “What about her passions? Surely working as a shift manager at a movie theater wasn’t her dream job.”
“She’s an artist.”
“What kind of art does she do?” The sarcasm in his voice was so thick it fell over me like a warm, wet blanket.
“She—” I stopped short. What did that even mean? “She draws.”
“With what? Pencils, pens? What does she draw on? Canvas or paper? What style does she draw in Desiderio?”
My head fell back onto the pillows, suddenly feeling like absolute shit. I couldn’t answer any of his rapid-fire questions.
“What about her past? What was she doing the entire time you were getting those ten-thousand souls for her?”
I didn’t know that either. I hadn’t thought to ask.
“We all have pasts we’d rather not speak about. It’s not my place to ask.”I responded lamely.
“It’s not your place? You’re her fucking soulmate, and you’re telling me you can’t even tell me what her favorite color is?”
I did know that one. But it didn’t make me feel any better.
“Maybe it was a good thing you did what you did. I wonder how much of that was the candy and how much of that was the real Wrath coming out.”
My fury returned with a vengeance,and I pulled at my restraints. “You’re fucking dead! When I get out of this fucking rope I—”
“Aw, are you trying to threaten us? Threatenme? Who do you fucking think you are?” Tully’s tone went from amused to psycho-level pissed in an instant.
“I can take you out of those restraints, and we can fucking go—” Tully started stalking around the room, patting his chest and spitting.
“Tully, shut the fuck up.” Dante stood. “Desiderio, no one in this room is threatened by you. Stop fighting your restraints. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“I’m going to burn this place to the fucking ground,” I said through clenched teeth.
“What was that?” Tully tilted his head and smiled at me. “Baby brother throwing a fit? Nice try. Come on,” he snapped, and Dante. “lay there and stew, you stupid fuck.”
He and Dante quickly retreated, then Dante paused and cleared his throat. “We’ll be back when the sun goes down. Try to sleep and get Tully out of your head. It does no good to stew.”
He acted as if he didn’t know me. Wrath did not back down.
“You’d think Lust would be more sympathetic to the man in love,”I muttered.
He snickered. “Don’t be stupid. Love and Lust don’t make sense together.” He shut the door and left me tied to the bed, lights on, with the room trashed from my previous ransacking, trying to figure Scout out.
As I sat there, Toulouse’s words echoed in my head. I didn’t really know Scout. I knew her adorable smile, soft body, and snarky voice. But that was all surface stuff. I only knew what she had shown me, whichwasn’t much. Scout was protective of her past, and I never thought to push it. As her partner, I should have.
I should want to know about her time in Mexico. Or what art style she preferred. I didn’t know shit about her comics. Sure, I’d watch her draw, but I never once thought to ask about those things. I should have.
