Page 64 of Backfire
Technicality.
My eyes narrowed. “It’s not a room if the door’s open.”
Yes, I know my statement didn’t make sense, but I had to argue something. I’d be damned if he got the last word.
“Got anymore stupid arguments?” Devlin asked while folding his arms over his chest.
I sneered up at him and sang, “No.”
He was a stupid argument.
“Good.” He leaned over and rested his shoulder on the doorframe. “Then you can tell me why you’re lurking in the hall in your goddamn underwear.”
“I wasn’t lurking.” I was distracted. There was a difference.Besides…“You have all my underwear.”
Asshole didn’t even deny it. He just let his eyes fall to the black fabric around my hips and cocked a brow.
Okay, technically boxers were a form of underwear, but that didn’t let him off the hook.
“Give me back my panties,” I demanded.
“No.”
His flat-out refusal stunned me for a second. I kind of expected him to deny it or something.
“You… I mean… How…” I threw my fist down to my sides. “You can’t just…”
It was like my brain and mouth had stopped communicating. I couldn’t find the right words to throw at him, because there weren’t any. If he wanted to hold my panties hostage, that’s exactly what he’d do, because Devlin only did what Devlin wanted to. And there wasn’t a goddamn thing anyone could do about it.
“They’re mine!” I growled.
“They’re mine now.”
And what did Devlin do when I vented my frustration with a firm foot stomp? Nothing. He didn’t do a goddamn thing. He just stood there and calmly watched me. Which only pissed me off more.
I flew forward and jabbed my finger in his chest. “I hope you choke on them.”
Devlin didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. I could tell I was treading on thin ice from the way he arched his brow down at my finger. Not wanting to tempt the beast I saw darkening his eyes, I cleared my throat and took a step back.
After a few seconds of silence, Devlin asked, “You done?”
“Yes.” I’d never been one to back down, but he had this way of making me feel inferior with one look.
“Good, now I suggest you prance your little ass back into your room”—he emphasized that order by walking his fingers through the air—“and put on some fucking clothes.”
“I am wearing clothes.” It wasn’t like my ass was hanging out or anything. All the important parts were covered.
“I’ll decide what clothes are.”
Was that so? Why was I even having this conversation? Who the hell did he think he was? My dad? Thanks but I already had one of those. “I don’t need to justify myself to the likes of you, Devlin Nathaniel.”
That’s right bitch, I just middle named you.
“Is that supposed to annoy me, Sydney Seraphina?”
The gasp of air I sucked in was so loud I wouldn’t have been surprised if the twins heard it in their rooms. “How do you know that?”
“I know a lot of things,” he shot back.
