Page 51 of Fighting My Demons

“You don’t believe me?” I ask him. I should have known better. No one ever believed me.

“We do, but it doesn’t make sense,” Latham answers, handing me a mug.

Grabbing the mug, I realize how cold my hands are when I nearly drop it from the heat.

“Please, Bella, just let one of them blood sift. Then we can find out who this demon was,” Latham says, and I chew my lip.

I have more secrets than just a demon that would cause Brian issues if let out.

“I can’t. Can we discuss this after work?”

“You aren’t going to work today. I already called in for us,” Latham says, and I look over at Blaine.

Xavier currently has him pinned to the ground, and I chuckle as Blaine lifts his head and pecks his lips distracting him for a second so he can flip Xavier over. The latter starts clawing at the carpet, trying to escape Blaine, who is dry humping him.

“Get off me!” Xavier snaps at him.

“Giddy up, horsey,” Blaine says, slapping Xavier’s ass.

“Are they always like that?” I ask Latham.

“Give them twenty minutes, and they will be fucking,” Latham says before gripping my hips and lifting me onto the bench.

He steps between my legs and invades my space, pressing himself against me.

“If you won’t let us blood sift, then tell me everything,” Latham says, and I shake my head.

“Your brother can’t hurt us. We have told you this. We won’t report you, so you have no reason not to tell me,” Latham says, running his hands up my bare legs, making me look down to see one of them has removed my clothes.

I only have one of their shirts on.

“You can trust us,” Latham says, leaning in and running his nose along my jaw.

“It’s not that I can’t trust you. I just—”

“You think we will look at you differently if we know.” Latham sighs, pulling back to look at me.

I chew my lip. That is most of it but not all. I can’t risk Brian finding out.

“How about I say what I think happened?” Latham asks, making me look up at him.

My stomach is twisting in knots with worry.

“I am a good judge of character, Bella. You can tell me without telling me. Just let me try to work it out.”

His hands move higher, his thumbs brushing my hip bones on either side under the shirt.

“I think you killed your sister, and then your parents found out, so you killed them too and hid Isobella,” he whispers, and my eyes dart to him.

My lips tremble, and I bite down on them to stop them from quivering.

“Am I right?” Latham asks, and I turn away, looking at Xavier and Blaine, only to find them behind me.

“My mother unlocked my door. When the drugs wore off, she was stuffing my clothes in a bag. She wanted me to run. She said she wouldn’t let Dad sell me.”

“Then what happened?” Blaine asks before leaning down and kissing my shoulder.

“It’s like Latham said, but not in that order,” I tell them.