Page 20 of Insatiable

“Fine. But you will call me every day,” Nora says, before continuing to eat her dinner.

I mouth athank youto Kyle and finish eating, ignoring Chris’s death stare while I gulp down my glass of wine.

Kyle isn’t aware of just how insufferable his brother is. He thinks Chris is possessive over me because he’d always wanted a little sister growing up, but if he really knew what he was like, I’m not sure who would murder who.

There have been so many occasions where I considered telling him. So many times, while he rushed me to Accident and Emergency, I debated telling him the truth, because I think he’d believe me. But then again, my dad didn’t, so it isn’t worth the risk.

Plus, I don’t want Kyle getting hurt.

If I told Lu or Tylar, they’d demand I leave – pack my bags and run away. But not only do they not know Chris exists, they also wouldn’t understand just how psychotic he is, the lengths he’d go to in order to control me. I think I’m the only one who knows what he’s truly capable of.

He makes Tobias Mitchell look like a saint.

It’s like being in an abusive relationship without the sex and emotional connection. I’m notnotleaving because I’m his partner and I love him and part of me hopes he’ll change. I’m not deluded into thinking he has any capacity to be sane. No, not even close. I’m still here because I’m far too scared to run away and I’m broke.

And even if I did manage to escape, he’d hunt every inch of this earth to find me.

I want a voice, but I have no idea how to use it or how I’d stop his wrath if I did.

We continue eating, but Chris just stares at his plate. There’s nothing in his eyes, nothing in his tone. Nothing but pure rage. And all his anger is towards me. Like he’s calculating how hard to throw the knife to make sure it goes right through my skull.

I clear my throat, turning to Nora. “May I be excused?”

The corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles at me. “Of course. Take the rest of the wine with you.”

“Thank you.” I turn to Kyle and Chris and say with a nod, “Goodnight.”

Chris scowls at me as I grab the bottle and leave the table.

The walk to my room is nerve-wracking – my feet can’t possibly go any faster. I get to my door before I’m thrown against the wall.

I was so goddamn close.

“The fuck was that all about?”

Before, when he started being more aggressive with me, I’d cry and plead with him to leave me alone, but now I simply roll my eyes and look anywhere but at him. “What did I do this time?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Saturday night. And you’ve been ignoring me since.”

When I raise a shoulder, he snatches the wine bottle from my hand and takes my jaw in a painful grip. “Who was he?”

Chris was so gone from reality that he hadn’t noticed who was holding me; he hadn’t noticed it was Kade Mitchell with his arms around my waist. He definitely knows who he is – the entire town does – but I guess he can’t remember his face because he was on so many narcotics.

The grip on my jaw tightens, and Chris crushes my body with his.

“You’re not going to tell me, are you? Did you forget what happened the last time?”

Even as my heart shatters, I grit my teeth despite how close they feel to cracking.

Chris yanks me from the wall and shoves me into my bedroom, slamming the door behind us. He still has the wine bottle to hand, and I already know what he’s going to do.

“Lie down.”

I fold my arms. “Absolutely not.”

“Tell me who he was,” he continues, walking me around the room as I try to get away from him. “Who the fuck had his hands on you?”

“I’m your sister.”

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