Spence comes around the couch, his gaze guarded. “We’ll probably want to start from the moment they let you take medication when you were young. Unless something important happened before that?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know what you’re making up in your head, but my childhood was pretty normal, if a little sheltered.” I eye Liam. “What do you need first, the documents from my computer, phone records or my life story?”
“Let’s start with the documents you’ve got handy. That way, we’ve got that out of the way, in case we find more that we need. Do you have your laptop with you?”
I nod. Max told me to grab what I needed and my laptop is pretty damn important to me. “I’ll go get it.”
I turn around and feel their gazes on me as I make my way to the outbuilding. I knew that things were going to go bad, but it always surprises me how wrong things with my parents can get.
My laptop is in the bag with my clothes and I carefully take out the beast of a machine, ancient in comparison to the one Liam is using. I so obviously have been living in a different world, so different from them, and my parents are going to destroy all of it. Anything they can get their hands on... My life, their life, all of it.
For a moment I wonder if all of this could have been avoided if I’d just taken that first call last night. If I’d just answered the call and spoken to them. Whatever they would have said to me, it can’t be worse than this. It can’t be worse than them destroying everything I’ve fought for for years. It just... can’t.
Zack’s voice startles me. “Cyra.”
I nearly drop my laptop as I spin around and he quickly grabs it before it can fall to its death.
“Whoops, let’s not break anything important.” He puts the laptop on the dresser behind me, which makes him come even closer to me than before. Only, he doesn’t move away once he’s put it down, his hot body pressing me back against the dresser. Fuck. This guy is... He feels good against me, making my insides squirm even though I try to ignore it.
I glance up at him, not sure what’s going on. He looks down at me, his eyes filled with something I don’t know how to read.
“I’m sorry, really. I sometimes act in ways, or say things, that hurt others. Sometimes this is on purpose, usually, it isn’t. I get this weird rush when people get angry with me. My mouth gets ahead of my brain and once the downward spiral starts, I don’t know how to get out of it. It’s a flaw, big one.”
He’s vulnerable, and I don’t know if it’s real or if he’s just pretending, but I still reach up, running my fingers over his jaw, to his lips. “We all accidentally hurt people sometimes. The best we can do is make sure it doesn’t happen again and somehow make up for what we did.”
He slowly nods as his eyes fill with a totally different emotion, his dick poking me in my hip, and he opens his mouth to suck on my finger for a moment. “I know a great way to make up for any pain I might have caused.”
Fuck. There’s a small part of me that’s tempted to take him up on his offer even though I shouldn’t. These guys are messing with my mind. Then Zack’s head jerks forward, and he lets out a harsh curse.
“No jumping the girl.” Spence is standing behind Zack, not looking very impressed, but also not looking very surprised. Like he’s one to talk, I’m pretty sure that what Spence did to me this morning was a lot more ‘jumping the girl’ than what Zack is doing right now.
Catching my gaze, Spence smirks and winks, sticking his tongue out for a moment. He’s very aware of his own hypocrisy. “Watch out with him. If you give him a finger, he’ll take all of you.”
Zack spins to face Spence, back straight, hands balled into fists, making himself as tall as possible. “Are you talking about me or you?”
These two... Always bickering, always. Spence pretending to be the sensible one while Zack is the one with the wild hairs, but knowing both of them a little better... Spence is just better at controlling his surroundings, making him appear more moral than Zack. But I’ve got a feeling he really isn’t, and that’s a little sexy.
Fuck...
26 Zack
I finally get some time on my own with Cyra, and for once she doesn’t seem to be two seconds away from bashing my brain in, and Spence gets in the way. He’s never been that much of a cockblock before, he usually leaves me be when I’ve got my eyes on a girl, but he seems to be enjoying getting between Cyra and me. Asshole.
Cyra’s room doesn’t smell of her very strongly, but what slivers of her fiery scent do linger are putting every part of me on high alert. She smells like lava, like I’m standing right next to a freshly erupted volcano and the lava is eating its way through everything on its path. It’s primal, powerful, making my mouth water and my cock ache. Hell, if this is how I react to her now, when she’s suppressing her scent and well before she goes into heat, I’m not looking forward to when she doesn’t suppress the pheromones. Still, this constant buzz in my body is fun and annoying at the same time. There’s something about knowing that I feel this way because she’s my mate that makes me enjoy the feeling more than I’d normally do.
Before I can try to charm Cyra into a kiss, which seemed so close to happening before we got so
