Page 15 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
It was her special ability to know when I planned to fuck with her. I loved the nervous, wide-eyed look she always gave me when she found me staring.
I brushed off another boring model wannabe and swanned over to Camille, dumping my glass on a waiter, preparing myself for the show.
“Now,” I purred as I finally reached her, “why are you hiding out over here when your big brother is having fun with our new omega?”
Camille's head dropped, avoiding me even though there was no way I was letting up.
I had her now.
One of the many things I hated most about Camille was her seriously fucked-up aura. And no one else ever fucking noticed. Whenever I brought it up with any rando, they were always too busy tripping over themselves to serve her to notice that a single touch from her felt like having thousands of needles driven into their skin. Or maybe I was just special.
But sometimes Camille got so uncomfortable around me that I’d put up with a bit of pain just to watch her squirm.
And I was so ready to have a go at her for forcing us into a situation where we had to drag Brandy along to these parties, but Lily glared at me.
“Don’t be so tactless, Kai.” Lily twisted around to sigh at me. One of her alphas peered over her shoulder. The couple were dolled up in matching pinstripe power suits, so it was probably the politician one.
I rarely spoke to Lily’s mates except for the actor, and all the better. From what Sin said about how they treated her behind closed doors, they didn’t exactly qualify for the status of ‘human being’.
“Where’s your bodyguard?” I asked Camille, not seeing a sign of the spindly alpha who threw his aura at me like a shotgun whenever I was around her.
“Zania said it wasn’t appropriate for him to come downstairs,” she answered quietly.
“Yeah, sure she did,” I said under my breath, wishing I had my fan so I could flick it open and make her flinch even more. “And I’m guessing she made you leave your nurses, too?” I asked, raising one brow.
Camille might have pissed me off to the ends of the earth, but her family treated her like shit as well. It was one thing to protect your frail daughter from the big, bad world by locking her up in a mansion. And a total other to serve her up on a fucking platter in a place like this. Vivian could have refused and stopped Camille from coming, but Camille and Vivian were two peas in a pod when it came to having some fucking lady balls.
Shit, all an alpha had to do was grab Camille’s arm and her bones would snap like twiglets.
And she was the person we were meant to be sacrificing ourselves for?
Bullshit.
“I’m not alone,” she said as she sidled closer to Lily. “I’m perfectly fine, Kai. I don’t need your help tonight.” Her tone was so light I was pretty sure she was already bricking it.
I stepped into her space, kind of pissed off how I felt a stab of guilt at the fear that seeped into her chamomile scent.
Though Lily was so annoyed, it was like she’d whacked me in the face with a bouquet of roses, thorns and all. I loved her, but her scent could be pretty overpowering, just like her mum's. But floral omegas were all the rage nowadays.
Camille’s brow furrowed only enough to be noticeable, but in a way that would never ruin her delicate features. She might act all innocent, but she had a power which made her a fucking snake like the rest of the omegas at this party.
I smirked at Camille. “It’s better to get this over with than try to put it off. Then you can have a fun night wallowing in misery instead of nervousness!”
I was about to laugh, but a wallop of pain soared through my arm.
“What the fuck?” I hissed, shooting away from Camille as Lily whipped her fist back. Her alpha chuckled as he scanned the room to see if anyone had noticed.
“A punch? Really?” I asked her as I rubbed my arm.
“That was mild compared to what you deserve,” my darling sister-in-law growled. “Go away and bully someone else for a change. Camille is tense enough as it is.”
She wrapped her arm around Camille’s waist, making it clear she’d fuck me up if I kept being a piece of shit to her.
“You’re supposed to be an omega-rights activist. You’re not exactly doing your duty by beating up the people you’re meant to protect.” I scowled, and she just smirked in reply.
But that was the thing about me. If being a piece of shit was a skill, then I wasn’t letting up till I was a master of the craft.
“No one would vote for you two if they knew what you were really like,” I said, still rubbing my arm, which did nothing to get rid of the pain. I’d end up with a bruise as bad as Brandy’s, whichI kind of liked the idea of. If we were going to share anything, proof of damage seemed appropriate.
