Page 98 of Ruling Scar
He frowns.
“What?” I ask, moving to the front hallway.
“You’re not wearing clothes,” he says.
I’m wearing one of his baggy T-shirts that drops mid-thigh and a pair of mismatched socks. I buzz Adeline in.
“Leonora,” he admonishes.
Yes, I’m missing some pants, but I’m wearing underwear and I’ll pull some sweats on in a second.
“It’s my sister.” Who’s much more athletic than me, because I already hear her tread on the landing.
“Do not open that door half naked.”
There’s a knock.
I crack the door open when it slams. Elijah molds his body against mine, my boobs smushed against the steel door.
“I said, don’t answer the door half naked.”
I shiver at his breath against my ear, my heartbeat tripling. “It’s my sister,” I repeat, trying to shake him off.
“Open the damn door right this second!” Adeline yells.
Elijah doesn’t budge.
“Stop being so broody.” I push against his chest.
“Open the fucking door!”
Albert whines beside us.
Elijah retreats just an inch or two and I take the freedom. Once my hand lands on the handle, he pulls back further, giving me the space needed to open the door.
Adeline’s wearing her dark hair down, the straight, shiny locks almost to her waist. She keeps her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, and she’s wearing a leather jacket.
She’s such a fucking badass.
Except this time her ire is geared toward me. And Elijah since her cold, dark eyes flick behind me.
Maybe Elijah had a point.
“I’m going to go put on some pants.” This seems like the type of conversation they’re called for.
Adeline moves right behind me. She practically hangs off me as we cut through the living room. The moment we’re in the bedroom, she slams the door shut.
“Ads!”
She opens it, letting Albert in, only to slam it a second time.
“Would you stop that!”
“It’s a fucking door hinge,” she replies. Despite her tight ass jeans, she drops to her knees, hugging Albert. The dog pants, licking her fingers, happy for the embrace.
“What are you doing here?” I open a drawer only to shut it. Clothes spill out of my backpack on the green chair. I search the mountain of clothes, wishing I’d refolded them earlier.
Adeline watches my movements closely. “Do you keep a toothbrush in the bathroom?”
