Page 51 of Tell Me Why
Sara is standing in front of me, wearing a sports bra and leggings, her light brown hair gathered up into a messy bun, like she was in bed when she got the text and flew over here…
“We’re talking about thisnow,” she says to him while looking at me.
Honestly, I’m impressed with her lady balls. I haven’t seen anyone talk to Christian—or any of the Sacred Sons—with this much authority since I’ve been here. I can’t help but silently applaud her.
“Sara,” Christian says, his tone snapping like a rubber band. “You need tofuckingleave. Now.”
Sara twists around angrily, gesturing to me. “Ever since this chick got here, you’ve been obsessed with her. Admit it. Just say it.”
Oh, God.I pull the towel tighter and shift on my feet. The awkwardness of this entire scenario is killing me. Literally, I can’t breathe.
“This is bullshit,” Christian says with a growl. He grabs her arm and pulls her across the bedroom to the open door.
“Someonealsosaid you found her during the hunt,” she says, yanking her arm out of Christian’s grip, fury pulsing around her. “I’m sure that was no accident.”
Whaaat?
Finding me was no accident? What’s that supposed to mean?
I’m leaning out of the bathroom doorway now, drawn like a magnet to the drama playing out between Christian and Sara. And honestly, I’m rooting for Sara, because I get it. I do. She probably worked her ass off to get Christian’s attention and now that she’s finally gotten it, I come along and fuck it all up.
Christian looks down at her with so much derision, I wonder why he even chose her as his consort in the first place. It’s clear he doesn’t have any real affection for her. “Sara, you’re overstepping. Go downstairs, enjoy the party or go home, I don’t really give a fuck. Either way, we’re not talking about this now.”
Sara sucks in a sharp breath and reels back, like she’d just been physically slapped. “So youdidfuck her. I mean, that’s clear—she’s in your bathroom naked. But wow. Okay. That’s how this is going to be.”
“This is always how it’s been.”
“I’m yourConsort,” she spits back.
“Okay,and?” He practically laughs at her. “So we fuck occasionally, and you get special privileges. That doesn’t mean you can dictate where I put my cock.”
Sara nods slowly, then turns her head to look at me from across the room, like I’m supposed to jump in and help her out. And truthfully, if I thought he’d listen to me, I would. Instead, I just shake my head helplessly and shrug.
Sara is still looking at me, her eyes pleading. “Can you hide again, and let another guy find you?”
Yeah, I’ve already tried that—Aidan—and look how well that turned out. He’s downstairs, bleeding profusely with a possible concussion.
“Ah, ah.” Christian steps between her and me, casting a large shadow over Sara’s smaller frame. He grabs her face, and I catch a flash of excitement in Sara’s eyes, but it’s quickly extinguished by his next statement.
“Eve is mine now.” He dips his head, so he’s speaking directly in her ear, but loud enough for me to hear, too. “And if I want her filled with my cum 24/7, then that’s what is going to happen—andno oneis going to stop me. Not you, not my brothers,fuck, not even Eve...”
What the fuck?
Sara swallows, her cheeks flushed, chin trembling.
I can’t stay silent anymore. I storm across the room and grab Christian’s arm, my fingertips sinking into his rock-hard bicep. I yank hard, but it’s like trying to move a brick house with my bare hands. “Let go of her,” I say through clenched teeth.
He laughs at my attempts, but does eventually release her. Sara steps back, holding her face. “Fine,” she seethes, her tone razor-sharp. “If we’re not exclusive, then maybe I’ll go downstairs and find someone who’ll give me what I need. This house is filled with stiff cocks.”
Amen, sister.
“Great. Have fun.” With a sneer, he hauls her into the hallway, releasing her abruptly. She staggers back, catching herself on the wall. When he turns to walk back into the bedroom, she glares at me over his shoulder, humiliation and hatred burning in her eyes for a split second before the door snaps shut and cuts off my view of her.
Another enemy. Perfect. Because I didn’t have enough of those.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Christian
