Page 31 of Relapse
What did I do after Micha left? I got my ass downstairs for breakfast. Well, I tried to. It took me a bit to find my way around. I hadn’t been in this part of Mason’s house before. Marco followed me, of course. Would’ve been nice if he pointed me in the right direction. When I hit my third dead end I even asked him. He just stared at me.
By the time I found my way to the main part of the manor, my nerves had me trembling. While Riley and I didn’t grow up in the same neighborhood, I grew up with Micha. I’d seen first hand what he was capable of, and the last thing I wanted was to end up on his radar.
Given the fact that he just threatened my life, that was probably out of the realm of possibilities. But there was no need to antagonize him.
Though I did wish I’d at least taken the time to change before I left. Especially when I heard a deep voice waft out of the kitchen.
“You have any idea how hard it is to find a unicorn car?”
Logan.
A chill rolled through my veins as I froze dead in my tracks. All of them hated me, but Logan took that feeling to a whole new level. I legitimately feared for my life when he was around. A completely justified feeling, considering he held me over the bluffs once and laughed while I screamed. I was twelve.
The voice that followed his didn’t help my situation any.
“You got Shelby a unicorn car?” Mason asked.
“Damn right I did.”
I glanced down at the black marble floor and tried to force my feet to move. They refused. My gut churned with dread.
“Can I be there when you tell her?”
The chuckle Mason suppressed should’ve made me feel better. That meant he was in a good mood, right? The only problem with that was good moods didn’t mean good things.
Not for me, anyways. And especially not when you put those two together. Mason I could handle. Even Logan I could sometimes. But both of them…
“Come on,” Marco growled and gave me a shove. “Get in there. I don’t have all day.”
I took a second to consider what option would be safer. The man with the gun, or the two men in the kitchen? Then I sighed and slowly tiptoed forward. One way or another I’d end up in that room. At least this way the armed man might stay out here.
That was a decision I regretted the second I walked through the large arched doorway.
A bad day was being met with one set of twinkling green eyes. A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day was being met with two. I never understood that book as much as I did in that moment. Mason’s eyes darkened in a glare while Logan’s brow arched.
“Holy fucking shit.” The corner of Logan’s mouth tip up in a smirk. “Nice PJs.”
“I should go change,” I whispered, while dropping my gaze down to my wringing hands and trying not to focus on the childlike rabbits decorating the fabric I was wearing.
Mason rolled his eyes as if I was nothing more than a nuisance and turned his attention back to his breakfast. “Sit the fuck down and eat.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but Logan interrupted before I could say anything.
“You heard the man.” A screech filled the room as Logan kicked out one of the chairs between them. “Sit the fuck down.”
Those four wooden legs taunted me. I could feel the weight of them pressing in as I stood there. The table they were seated at was small. I did not want to be that close to either of them, let alone trapped between them.
My gaze shifted over to the marble island across the room, and the leather bound stools.
“Aw, what’s wrong Harper?” The frown on Logan’s face did not match the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “This chair not good enough for you?”
Mason didn’t say anything. Not that I expected him to. Logan, however…
“Maybe we’re not good enough for you?” He dropped his forearms on the table and leaned forward. “What do you think, Mase, is the little princess too good to sit with us?”
“I think she should eat on the floor like the dog she is,” Mason muttered in response.
I swallowed back a bundle of nerves when Logan stood up. The squeak of his chair sliding across the floor sped up the thundering in my chest.
