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Kaleb squeezes beneath my knee, and my blood pressure rises more. “You don’t have a weapon,” he reminds me cheerfully.
True.
“Michael.” I turn to his grinning brother. “Please, would you get me a weapon? Anything will do. It doesn’t even have to be sharp. I’ll stab him with a spoon.” I squint at Kaleb, but my lips twitch when he throws his head back.
“Stabbing, a girl after my own heart.”
I frown at his words. Another one of his jokes, I guess. Maybe he’s not so much the funny brother but the weird brother.
Michael’s hand wipes at my cheeks again, taking away any remaining frustration.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Michael
My gaze slides to Lara again, unable to look away for too long.
She looks small and fragile in Kaleb’s arms. My girl is trying to hide it, but her exhaustion is clear. Her eyelids drop every few seconds, and she literally can’t lean any closer to my brother, but at least her shivering has almost stopped.
Jealousy stirs in my stomach, but I know I can’t be what she needs right now. The panic and pain I felt when she hit me in the car robbed me of this moment. Thank fuck my brother is here to help.
My fingers twitch to touch her. Rubbing my thumb over my fingertips, I shiver at the memory of her soft, wet cheek.
The thought of why she cried makes my anger rise.
Fucking Samantha.
Clearly, Kaleb hasn’t been strict enough these last few years while he’s been dealing with her. Perhaps, it’s time for either myself or Daniel to step in. A fight for another day.
Who am I kidding? We’re just as soft with her.
Looking back at the two approaching the house, my chest cracks open as Lara lays her head against Kaleb’s chest, her eyes flittering closed.
It should be me.
Me she trusts, me holding her, and me warming her.
A new level of hatred for my biological parents fills me, and for the first time in the twelve years since Daniel killed them, I wish I had been the one to shove that screwdriver in. Instead, I had stood and watched, fascinated and grateful that my big brother was still looking out for me and more than willing to do what we needed to find peace.
And after a fashion, we had until Daniel needed that again . . . and again.
I breathe easier knowing that the man who sired us is gone, but now it’s my turn to be what Daniel needs and make sure we never get caught.
It doesn’t hurt that killing is fun.
Kaleb and Lara join me at the front door.
“You okay, bro?”
“No,” I answer honestly. Something tells me I’ll never be okay while I can’t have her.
I reach out, running the back of my fingers over her cheek. It’s still cold.
“She’s warmer than she was.” Kaleb tries to reassure me, reading my thoughts.
“How does a nice hot bath and lots of blankets sound, baby?”
Lara sleepily blinks up at me, all drowsy and cute. “I’m okay. You worry too much,” she chastises.
