“What?” he questioned in my ear. “Say it, D.”
I couldn’t, my hands gripping his shirt. He said we didn’t have to be monsters. But how could a monster be anything other than what it was destined to be? We were Legacy, and this was mine.
It’d always be shrouded in the dark.
Chapter Thirty-One
Sloane
“I told you he had nothing to do with it,” Bru spat. He dropped onto the couch beside me, his hair wet and clothes changed like he’d showered. “And I wanted to get into the Court. Me.” Bru frowned. “All Dorian did was save my life.”
Dorian had saved his life. But he was also associated with Ares “Wolf” Mallick. I played on my phone. “Dorian did save your life and I appreciate that, but—”
“No but.” Bru stood, his hands up. “He saved my life. He stood up for me.” Bru heaved a dry laugh. “And you threw that shit into his face so fast it was ridiculous. He had nothing to do with Wolf wanting me to do that haze. Also, did you forget that I crossed Wolf first? I mean, I punched him in the fucking face over you.”
“So that gives the guy every right to try and kill you?” I asked, both appalled and shocked. “You really are desperate for friends.”
His face exploded in color, his eyes enraged. He put a hand to his chest. “Newsflash, sis. You can’t control everything all the time. You can’t protect me all the time. Hell, you got enough on your plate with that shit with Dorian.”
“What are you talking about?”
His frowned deepened. “You’re into him. I know you are, and you’re bullshitting if you tell me any different. I see how you’ve looked at him.”
“We screwed, Bru,” I said, passing that off. I played on my phone. “Doesn’t mean anything.”
“Right.” He forced fingers through his ebony locks. “You’re too busy jumping down people’s throats to see what’s in front of you.”
“Are you done?”
“Not quite.” He stood in front of me. “And I practically begged Wolf to let me into the Court. Was he in the wrong for basically trying to kill me? Yeah, but none of that has anything to do with Dorian. Zero percent.”
My fingers slowed on my phone.
“Get over yourself, sis.” Bru cuffed his arms. “Before you end up as lonely and guarded as Dad did toward the end of his life.”
“Probably should go to bed.” I gazed up at him. “Before you say something you’ll regret.” I was still his older sister. I didn’t care that he’d overshot me in size years ago.
Clearly over it, Bru raised his hands, muttering a curse before escaping my sight. Odds were, he just hadn’t wanted to be in the same room with me.
I didn’t care as long as he did what I said.
If I had things my way, we would have packed up the Chevelle and left this godforsaken town in a cloud of dust behind us. I was aware Dorian had nothing to do with tonight. I had eyes, but when would Bru see he and the rest of those guys were all one and the same. They were all Legacy. Thatcher and Wells had been nice to me lately, but they both had put hands on me before.
It didn’t matter if one of those boys saved Bru’s life tonight. It didn’t matter if I was “into” on
e of them like he claimed. Which I wasn’t.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
I had to. It was the only way to keep my sanity.
My phone buzzed with a text.
I couldn’t identify it with the number, but I obviously read it.
Unknown: Hey, it’s Wolf. Ares.
I saw nothing but red, basically growling at the text. I was about to shoot off at him, but Ares’s text message bubble popped back up.