Page 56 of Fury of the Bound
“I know she’s not broken, D; I just want to make sure she’s looked after. I’m sick of seeing her hurt.” He turned his head then, and the second his eyes locked onto mine, something shifted. The tension in his shoulders eased, and a crooked smile pulled at his mouth—one that sent a swarm of butterflies into a frenzy.
“Good morning, Cherry,” he said smoothly. “Sleep well? I made you some tea.”
I wrinkled my nose. Tea.
The boy beside me let out a loud laugh at my expression.
“The tea is for the pain,” Ronan clarified, clearly amused too. “Then I will get you something better to drink.”
“Like coffee?” I asked, hopeful.
“Like coffee,” he confirmed with a smile before turning back to the food.
The boy beside me clapped his hands together dramatically. “Right, before we go any further, introductions are in order,” Heshot me a grin. “I’m Drew, Darian's much hotter and younger brother.”
Oh.I remember Darian mentioning his siblings a lot, always speaking highly of his little sister and that his brother must have been adopted, but I knew he loved them with everything.
I arched a brow at him. “I don’t see it.”
“You will, little red.”
I groaned internally as Drew gestured to the girl. “And that’s Daleyza—my twin. You saved her life last night, so congrats, you’re officially stuck with us now.”
I walked over and slid into the seat across from her, offering her a small smile.
“How are you feeling today?” I asked, watching as she set her glass down on the table and lifted her hands to respond.
I’m good, thank you. And, thanks again for last night.
I leaned forward in my chair. “It’s no problem at all. I don’t think they’ll give you any more problems now.” I added a wink, making her laugh softly, barely there, but I caught it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed both Ronan and Drew staring, their eyes wide like I had just grown a second head.
“You know sign language?” Ronan asked as he placed a mug in front of me.
“Clearly.” I glanced at the tea he had set down, followed by my breakfast, which he had made. The tea smelt… awful. I barely stopped myself from wrinkling my nose again, but I picked it up.
Anything to stop the lingering pain and aches.
Daleyza tapped the table lightly, drawing my attention back.
They’re not used to people knowing it.She signed; her expression amused.
I took a sip of the tea, suppressing a grimace at the bitter taste. “I’m not like most people.”
“Don’t I know it.” I heard Ronan say, but nobody commented.
The boys sat down and tucked into their food straight away, and I looked down at my own plate—crispy bacon, sausages, eggs, and then pancakes topped with fresh strawberries and drowning in syrup.
I’m still not used to anyone cooking for me. Ronan has been doing it for me since I met him. He’s also been trying to teach me, but he’s very distracting with his pretty blue eyes, teasing touches and that laugh I like so much.
I took another sip of my tea, the dull ache in my body finally starting to dull. Before I could wallow in it any longer, Ronan slid a cup of coffee across the table toward me.
I looked up and met his gaze. The playful smile was gone, replaced by quiet focus. I offered a small, real smile in return.
“Thank you.”
He just shrugged one shoulder, like it was nothing.
