Page 17 of We Are Yours
She winced and didn’t try to hide it, simply pissing me off further.
“I asked you a question, several actually, and I expect an answer.” My patience was wearing thin, barely having any to begin with.
She opened her mouth, shutting it just as fast.
“Un-fucking-believable,” I breathed out, angry that she was playing these games with me. I pushed past the doorframe and was over to her in three strides, causing her to fall onto the edge of my bed.
In one hasty movement, I loomed over her face. “Do you think I’m buying this silent damsel-in-distress act you’re pulling on my brother?”
Her gaze widened, and her breathing hitched, obviously winded by my allegations.
Leaning in closer to her face, I bit out, “You wouldn’t be in my room, on my bed, in my face right now, if you thought for one second, I wouldn’t fall for your little games.”
She frantically started shaking her head, still not uttering a word.
“Enough with the silent bullshit!” I ordered, now hovering above her. “If you really couldn’t speak, you’d be a lot better at hiding the fact that you’re just another stray from the streets, and it’s only a matter of time before I throw your ass back out there. I can see right through you… I’m not my brother.”
“Kraven!” Julius shouted, reprimanding me from my door. “For fuck’s sake, I can’t leave you alone for two minutes.”
I jerked around, the sound of his voice only fueling my fire. “Are you here to hold her hand? Or did you get here just in time to catch her snooping in my bedroom?”
Her abrupt movement was enough to bring our attention back to her. She stood, and I expected her to run into Julius’s arms. Seeking shelter from the hero he was trying to be. I guess that made me the villain.
Her enemy and I had absolutely no problem filling that role.
Flying over to my desk instead, she surprised me as her steady grasp snatched the sheets of paper and pen off it to show them to us.
The realization of what she was searching for in my room hit us at the same time. She then laid the paper back down and began writing firmly on it. Each letter was more heated than the last. We waited there as if she were about to read us our favorite bedtime story.
In yet another quick movement, she lifted it to us.
It read:
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I’m sorry.
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With that, she slammed the sheet into my chest and left. Leaving us to contemplate…
Those were the first two words she ever said to us, and they’d carry a heavy hold.
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Especially to me.
Chapter
Seven
Isla
“Silence speaks when words can’t.” -Unknown.
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One month later.
