“Are you tracking her?”Silver asks.
“Yes.”
“Does she know that?”
“Fuck no.”
Silver groans again.“This is so fucked up.”
“It is,” I agree.
He shakes a finger in my face.“We’re not done talking.”
“I know.”
“And I want to speak to my sister.Alone.”
“Not going to happen.I’ll let you talk to her tomorrow, but I’ll be present.And you may only do so if you can keep your fucking cool.You will not yell at her.You will not try to confuse her with ultimatums or try to fill her head with shit.I will fix this.No one else.She.Is.Mine.”
“Fuck!”Silver shouts before he turns toward the kitchen.“Someone fucking let me know when they’re back, so I’ll at least know my sister is physically safe.Lord knows she’ll never be emotionally safe with this asshole in her life.”
He’s not wrong.
As I pull out my phone, I’m already jogging toward the front of the house.
Twenty-Six
Briana
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, but I’m not the least bit surprised when Rook shows up.He’s fucking omniscient.
Without looking up as he crawls into the tight space, I mutter, “Did you put a tracker on my phone?”
“Yes, princess.”
I flinch.“Don’t call me that.You lied to me.”I’m pouting.I don’t care.I’m too exhausted to fight him, and I need my Daddy, so part of me is relieved that he’s finally here.Especially because I don’t even know wherehereis.
This plastic fort is way too small for him, but he manages to sit alongside me before tucking his arms under my legs and lifting me into his lap.He cradles my body, leaning me back a few inches so my head isn’t in danger of hitting the roof.
His own neck is bent.He can’t sit all the way straight in here.It would be comical if we weren’t in such a dark emotional space.
For long moments, I look into his eyes.I can’t help it.I’ve longed for the day I could do this for weeks.I’ve spent countless hours wondering what color his eyes were, what shade his hair was, what his facial structure might be.
He’s fucking gorgeous, which annoys me.Dark brown hair and eyes that penetrate.Being able to see his expressions is even more unnerving than when all I could focus on was his voice.He will slay me with a simple glare of disapproval.
What does he see in me?I’m just an average girl.Nothing special.And yet he picked me, stalked me, terrorized me so that I couldn’t fall asleep at night.And then he took over my life until I didn’t recognize myself.
“You lied to me,” I repeat.
“Yes.You knew I was lying to you, princess.You knew I had secrets I wasn’t ready to reveal.”
“You should have told me who you were,” I argue, even though I know that would never have been possible.I’ve had a while to sit and think about everything that’s happened.How could he have told me he was the man I met that morning at Silver’s house?
He strokes my arm.
“Would you have revealed yourself to me before now if you hadn’t discovered I’m Silver’s sister?”
“Yes, pretty girl.”