Page 82 of A Vicious Love

“Working.”

“No. With her.”

My jaw clenched.

I was doing nothing with her. That was the whole fucking problem, apparently.

“I’m not discussing Sienna with you.”

“You’re going to have to discuss her with someone,” Marcel said. “Because Damius is done waiting.”

A cold line moved through my chest.

I picked up my cigarette, lit it, and took one drag before answering. “Damius has been done waiting since the day he learned patience didn’t make people bleed faster.”

“He means it this time.”

Harrison leaned forward slightly. “Jase.”

I hated when he used that voice. The one that remembered we were brothers before we were monsters.

“What?” I snapped.

Harrison’s eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to lose her?”

I laughed. It came out harsh enough that both of them went still.

“Lose her?” I took another drag. “I don’t have her.”

“Because you’ve made sure of that,” Marcel said.

The words hit too close.

I smiled coldly. “Did Emmie write that down for you?”

“My wife doesn’t need to explain decency to me.”

“Lucky you.”

Harrison stood. “You know what your problem is?”

“I have several. Pick one quickly.”

“You act like Sienna wanting anything from you was an insult, and now she’s stopped wanting things where you can see it, you’re losing your mind.”

The cigarette burned between my fingers.

I said nothing.

Harrison’s face sharpened. “She stopped asking for your hand, and suddenly you look ready to kill anyone she talks to. That isn’t indifference.”

“It’s possession.”

“No,” Marcel said. “It’s panic.”

I looked at him slowly. He was the only one in the room calm enough to survive what came next, and he knew it.

“Say that again.”