Page 92 of Tyrant

Tyrant growlsunder his breath as he stands up. It’s as though he knows who my stepmother is.

Does he?

Well, of course he does.

He knows everything about me…

Bridgette looks at Tyrant and she pauses. She sucks in a breath. She’s scared to death of Tyrant.

Her eyes move from him to me. “Oh, Serafina, what’s happened to you?”

Her fake, caring tone makes me want to roll my eyes and throw up.

“She was attacked,” Tyrant says. “Someone hit her in the head and busted her open.”

“What?” Brigette calls out. “How? Who? Why?”

Her voice seems concerned, even though she’s the one who arranged for my kidnapping and arrival toSinners Academy.

“I’m working on that part,” Tyrant says.

I touch Tyrant’s right hand. It’s my attempt to tell him and ask him to ease back a little. Let me talk to my stepmother. I’m amazed she’s even here.

Tyrant moves around my hospital bed to the other side. He remains standing, tall and protective. Bridgette inches closer toward me. She then suddenly yawns. A big yawn. Enough that it makes me yawn.

“I’m so sorry about that,” she says. “I haven’t…” She swallows hard.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. I just haven’t felt like myself.”

When she says that, she touches her right wrist. She looks tired. Groggy. Maybe even hungover.

“I feel so weird right now,” she says. “I think I drank too much wine. I think I blacked out. Can you believe that? Then I had a very strange dream. About a man in my bedroom.”

“What the fuck does this have to do with anything?” Tyrant asks.

Bridgette gasps and steps back. She blinks fast.

“Did you come here to check on Serafina or did you come here to use her to spread your fucking awful life with her to feel better about yourself?”

“Excuse me,” Bridgette says.

Tyrant flexes his chest and shoulders. I can’t believe my eyes when Bridgette lets out a yelping sound, stumbles back and trips over her own two feet, then topples down to the floor right on her ass.

She’s terrified of Tyrant yet the look on her face says she doesn’t know why. It’s like watching a distant memory desperate to climb back to life.

“I’m so sorry,” Brigette says as she climbs back to her feet. “I really did myself in. Are you okay, Serafina? Honestly?”

“I’m fine,” I say. “There’s nothing to worry about. You have no reason to ever worry about me.”

Bridgette blinks fast. She’s really struggling right now. Trying to find her evil cunt side yet she’s scared. She wants me to comfort her too. After all these years…

“Maybe take it easy with the drinking,” Tyrant says. “You live alone, don’t you? A big house. You never know what can happen.”

The tone of Tyrant’s voice makes me shiver.

Bridgette is a second from bursting into tears. “I should probably go. I wanted to see you. Check on you. I did. You seem okay. If you need anything…”

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