Page 29 of Tangled in Knots

“You’re a fairly intelligent beta, Morris. Please don’t forget that,” I grunt. “How else do you think I know that?”

Morris glares at me, his strong jaw showing he doesn’t appreciate my sharp words. Maybe he should stop fishing for answers that are clearly in front of him.

“That’s just perfect,” Jed says, blowing out a breath. “Is the connection fainter while she’s drugged?”

“Yes. Unconsciousness doesn’t mean shit to her, though,” I remind them. “The little omega showed me exactly how much it hurt to have you digging around in her back.”

“Hence the numbing agent,” Morris echoes. “How are you going to keep her from controlling you?”

“Love how I’m not an enemy,” I say, clapping. “Exactly how I wanted to continue on with my day. Distance will probably make the connection fainter, and if I concentrate enough, I can block her completely. It doesn’t feel natural, but it’s possible.”

“What you’re not saying is that either way, you’re still going to suffer as her mate,” Jed states.

“I’m not saying that nor will I,” I tell him. “It’s counterproductive to the overall climate of the mission Dad’s clearly presented us with. Isn’t that what you always say? Do anything to keep him happy?”

Jed looks startled, his eyes almost black as they look back at me. It’s as if his irises were completely swallowed by his pupils. It makes people shit their pants and is effective during missions. Unfortunately for him, it has no impact on me. I grew up with the fucker.

“Yes,” he rasps. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. Kane is asleep with his face in his little rabbit’s cunt. I’ll let you have the honor of waking him up.”

My oldest brother is testing me. I present him another dead look as I let his words run off of me. Jed is trying too hard. He’s hiding something, and I plan to find out what it is.

KANE

“Get your head out of there,” Demon says, penetrating the darkness of my mind. The subsequent shaking that comes after it makes me groan.

“It’s so nice here, little brother,” I complain, blinking my eyes to wake up as I pull away from my little rabbit’s soft skin. The only reason I’m not putting up a fight is because a part of me doesn’t want to hurt her.

That’s new. Huh. I don’t get attached to new people, especially females. They’re just a place for my cock, a warm, wet hole, and I’ve already done that with the little rabbit. I should be ready to bag, tag, and discard her at her next destination.

Swallowing hard, I force myself to smirk at my younger brother as I take my time drawing my fingers down the little rabbit’s soft and supple skin. In a way, I’m simply edging myself, because I woke up with a raging hard-on. It doesn’t make it any less satisfying to maintain eye contact with him as I do it.

Nor does it matter that he’s a brick wall as he gazes at me with emotionless green eyes. I have no doubt in my mind that Adira means something to him now after the way he punched Jed. They never come to blows with each other, I’m the hot head.

I’m the wild card that enjoys pushing every button possible to see what it’ll do.

“Family meeting?” I ask Demon, who nods and steps away from me. There are times where I miss the brother who had emotions.

Will Adira bring him back to me or destroy him?

Only time will tell.

Getting up, I walk over to where Jed is constructing pulled pork sandwiches with bbq sauce. Hmm. Thank god condiments last forever.

My eyes are pulled down to the table where the little rabbit had a bullet pulled out of her, and see no traces of blood as Jed puts plates down on it. It’s as if nothing ever happened, if you ignore the girl behind us, which is the tone my older brother is putting out.

Fantastic. I love playing pretend.

Pulling out a chair, I sit down at the table, meeting Morris’ gaze as he joins me. He merely shrugs as he lifts his sandwich and takes a large bite. Following his lead, I dig into my food as Jed sits down as well.

“Here’s the deal,” Jed says as he looks over us all. Demon is quiet as he eats as well, though he uses the food as the fuel it is, instead of because it tastes good.

Pleasure hasn’t been something I’ve seen him partake in, until the pretty little rabbit we hunted down twice as our prize.

I want to keep her, but Jed’s opening words belie that possibility.

“Do tell,” I drawl, quirking my brow at him.

“You’re all assholes,” he mutters. “Dad was less than pleased at the news that the omega is injured. However, I mentioned that she’ll survive and we’re snowed in for a while regardless. Morris won’t drive in this ridiculous white shit.”

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