Damien walks through the door of the piercing room and stares at us. There’s still blood on his chest.
“Get back in there!” I snap at him, scaring even Jacob with the tone of my voice. Damien obeys immediately and disappears through the door again. No questions asked, no bratty attitude. Thank God. I can’t handle that right now.
“Hey, you can talk to me, you know?” Jacob places a hand on my shoulder.
He means well, I know. But I still step away. Partially because I’m terrified by how my skin warms up under his touch, and also because I’m drowning in rage. I run my hands through my hair, pushing it back and away from my face. I’m going to burst into flames any second.
“I need to get out of here,” I whisper. “Can you just let me out?”
Jacob looks puzzled for a second, then moves towards the door. “Yeah, sure—Where are you going?” He unlocks it and stares at me.
“For a walk—I dunno.” I step out of the shop and take in a breath of fresh air. The busy street is loud, but there’s a subtle breeze that instantly makes me feel less trapped. I need to calm down.
“Should I take Damien home and meet you there?” Jacob asks.
Like fuck you will!
“No, I’ll be back in a bit.” I swallow my rage back down. “I’ll come for him.”
“Okay, we’ll be waiting for you, then.”
I storm along the sidewalk as fast as I can, the sound of the cars passing by helping to quiet down my own thoughts. Jacob’s gaze remains on the back of my head until I turn on the first corner. I feel it, but I can’t look. If I do, I’ll go back just to punch him. Leaving them alone might not be the brightest idea, but staying means I’ll snap. I can’t do that. So I just walk away.
I’m not jealous.
I don’t have weird feelings for Damien.
I’m fucking fine.
Five
Damien
It’s the first time in years that Killien has yelled at me like that. Hell, I can barely remember why it happened the last time, since it was forever ago. Not long after we ran away from home, actually. And he only reacts like that when he’s not okay.
Have I pushed too far?
Maybe I should have held back on the flirting with Jacob. But I’ve been teasing him for weeks, without giving him much. He somehow thought it was okay to kiss me in front of Killien. Shit. I do like him, and I do want to fuck him—he’s really hot. But it wasn’t my intention to rub it all over Killien’s face.
He’s never reacted like this to my advances to other men, though. That must mean something. Idowant him to be jealous, of course. Just a little bit.
I guess I’m a man of extremes. I can’t seem to do anything without blowing it out of proportion. And now I’m really worried about Killien. Who knows what he’s doing out there on his own? I hope he doesn’t go on a killing spree or something.
The last time he snapped, we were still human, and he ended up getting in a horrible fight with the guy I was sleeping with. Which was kinda my fault, of course. Now, with the amount of power he has, I’m not sure what he could do. It’s only been fifteen minutes since he left, and I’m already climbing up the walls.
Jacob is busy working on a tattoo design for a client, almost ignoring me. He put on the straight barbells I chose for my nipples, and then left me alone. I think he’s scared of Killien’s reaction.
I fucked up, didn’t I? Now I don’t get either of them. I seriously miscalculated the way my advances would affect my stepbrother. Why can’t he just let go?
“You doing alright?” Jacob asks, without even lifting his gaze from his iPad. He sits comfortably, legs crossed, his wide-leg tailored black trousers hugging his waist with a belt decorated with a skull at the buckle. The silver chain bracelets he’s wearing make faint clinking noises against the glass surface of his desk as he draws.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” I slide off my seat and walk closer to him, watching what he’s doing over his shoulder.
“Sounds about right; you should actually be fully healed by now.”
I lean forward a little bit and inhale Jacob’s perfume. He smells so damn good. Not better than Killien, though. I still wanthim, but I’m scared of doing something and having my ginger angel walk in on us. That would only make things worse, right? I’ll have to be patient.
“Can I ask you something?” Jacob interrupts my thoughts.
