For a while, he does nothing but stare at the blank walls, as if he’s memorizing every inch of peeling paint. The tension in the room is so high that I think I’ll burst into flames. My eyes are still glowing, and I don’t think they’ll stop soon.
Jesus fucking Christ . . . I should have never fallen asleep in Jacob’s bed.
“Are you okay?” Killien asks.
“Not really,” I sigh, knowing pretty well that Jacob must find my reaction to this whole thing strange, and I’ll probably have to answer for it later. I can’t believe the roller coaster of emotions I’ve been through in a single night.
“I thought you’d prefer to stay with Jacob . . .” he repeats himself, and it enrages me. I would never choose Jacob over him, for fuck’s sake.Never.Not in a million years.
“What happened to you, Killi?” I ask, lifting my head up and turning to face him. The way he looks at me sends a shiver down my spine. It’s completely off, but I can’t seem to figure out what exactly it means.
“Your eyes are still glowing . . .” He goes silent.
“You thought I wouldn’t care that you disappeared on me?” I smile, but it’s all rage and disbelief. “I didn’t know where youwent, or why, or with whom. I tried calling, and you never picked up either. I was terrified! Something bad could have happened.”
Killien frowns, as if he’s reminiscing the events of the night. Is he high or something? I have no idea what is going through his mind, and it sucks. I used to be really good at reading him, but right now, he might as well be a book written in Chinese. My heart still aches at the way his brown eyes look sad as fuck.
What the hell is he thinking?
“I must have set my phone to silent mode—I never heard it,” he says, looking down at his own hands.
“Yeah, I suppose you did that without meaning to, right?” That sounded way harsher than I intended. Well, damn. It’s done, anyway.
“I’m really sorry . . .” Killien sighs. “Tonight has been a shit show—I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
His words make me shudder. He’s never so up-front about his feelings. Something really bad must be happening. Panic climbs up my throat, almost making me gag.
“Talk to me, Killi—” I grab his hand and squeeze it. The knot in my throat hurts and my eyes burn like hell. They must be glowing really bright.
Killien opens his mouth, then closes it again. His gaze stays on mine, and I can still see that horrible pain in him. What can I do to soothe it away? I desperately want to kiss him, but he’d probably freak out. And Jacob would definitely be pissed if he found us kissing too.
The bedroom door opens in a fast swoosh, and heavy footsteps storm in. “What exactly have you been up to, Killien?!” Jacob asks, with a threatening tone.
I turn around and glare at him. How dare he talk to my brother like that?
I’m gonna rip his beautiful cock off with my own teeth if he speaks to my ginger angel like that again.
“I went hunting . . .” Killien tries to pull his hand away from mine, but I don’t let him.
Jacob’s nostrils flare with rage. “Did you happen to forget to dispose of the bodies?!”
“What the fuck is happening?” I stand up, still holding on to Killien’s hand for dear life.
“Come and see for yourself,honey.” Jacob storms into the living room, his boots loud on the wooden floors, and I follow him.
I don’t like the way he said that last word, and I’m gonna let him know. He doesn’t get to talk like that to my brother and then boss me around. Killien’s footsteps follow me, but he remains close to the bedroom door.
Jacob stands in front of the TV and points at it. My eyes widen as I stare at the blurred images of an alleyway full of blood and police officers. Jacob collapses on the battered sofa, running his fingers through his hair. He seems stressed, and I’m starting to understand why.
“Two bodies have been found in an alley in downtown Phoenix. We are still expecting more details from the authorities, but it seems like it’s a rather gruesome scene.”The news reporter speaks calmly, in that kind of monotone voice I hate so much.
Oh, for fuck’s sake . . . What have you done, brother?
I turn to look at Killien to find him leaning against the white wall, with his arms crossed over his chest. “Killi? Did you—?” I don’t finish asking the question, because it’s not even necessary.
He looks guilty as fuck. And hot too. He’s wearing only boxers, and my eyes drift away form his face, down his toned abs and the alluring trail of ginger hairs between them. I struggle to keep my dick under control at the sight of him like this. It’s rare for him to walk around in his underwear; I never get tosee so much skin. My gaze lingers on the many freckles on his shoulders, which become lighter as they trickle down his arms.
“Why the fuck did you do that, Killien?!” Jacob is downright freaking out.
