Page 133 of Sinful Mates

“How?” I ask.

“I overheard Theo telling dad you were having trouble getting in town, so I went to get it for you. Really, sis, I just want to help and get to know my nephew,” she says waving to Thaddeus with her fingers and smiling at him.

“One chance, I will give you one chance. You fuck with me, or my family and I will incinerate your ass, got it?” I tell her pointing my finger at her. She nods excitedly.

~Imogen~

Bianca nods her head excitedly, though I still have my doubts about her intentions. I no longer feared her, though. I know I can take her down and I could tell she knows I will make good on my word to incinerate her. My father clears his throat, disturbing our little tiff.

“Well, isn’t this nice? See? You can get along,” he says, making me glare at him once more. I know she is his daughter and has an attachment to her, but I don’t so I don’t feel an ounce of guilt at threatening her. Growing up, I always wanted a sibling. I suppose this is their way of cursing me with that wish. Bianca holds the dress out to me, and I take it from her. She stands up, making me eye her suspiciously as she glides over to me, ever so graceful with her movements.

“Come, you should try it on,” she says, and my father comes over holding out his arms for Thaddeus. I hand him over and roll my eyes. This is ridiculous. I know already it will fit. My body can’t have changed any in a couple of months. Deciding to play nice, I trot up to my room, Bianca’s eyes sparkling when I don't kick her out. She looks around at the photos on the walls of my little family. I place the dress on a hanger before undoing the zip and looking at it. I feel Bianca looking at it behind me.

“It’s beautiful,” she says, running her fingers over the fabric before slipping the dress off its hanger. I strip my clothes off, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

“God, you have good boobs,” she states, making me snort. She helps me step into the dress. The fabric feels smooth against my skin, the dress flowing to my feet.

“Can you zip me up?” I ask looking over my shoulder at her and she nods, stepping closer and I feel her slowly tug the zip up before it catches. She gently tugs on the Zipper, but it doesn’t budge, and I feel the tightness around my abdomen.

“I can’t zip any further. Are you sure you gave her the right measurements?”

“Yes, she even checked them herself,” I tell her, and Bianca tries to zip it up once more.

“Argh, it won’t go any higher,” she curses.

“Shit, what the hell am I going to do, I haven’t got time to get it altered.” I really like this dress, too.

“I can fix it,” she offers, and I turn to look at her skeptically.

“What, I am being serious. My mother was a seamstress. I can do this. Let me do this for you,” she says staring at me, hopefully. Suddenly, the door bursts open and Theo walks in. Bianca curses, ushering him out of the room, and his face matches the same shock I have when I first laid eyes on her in our house.

“What are you doing here?” I hear him ask, pushing past her.

“Theo, it’s fine,” I tell him when I feel he is about to lose his cool through the bond.

“Out, it is bad luck to see her in her dress before the wedding,” Bianca says, pushing him back out the door and closing it. I can feel him waiting outside, ready to jump her.

Bianca helps me out of the dress and helps me place it back in the bag before doing it up.

“Are you sure you can fix it?” I ask her, worried.

“Positive, we will just retake your measurements, don’t need sleep, so I will have plenty of time,” she says draping the bag over her arm. I nod but will just go buy a backup just in case, even though I know no other dress will be as nice as this one but better to have a dress than rock up in jeans and shirt. I reluctantly let her take it and Theo knocks on the door, obviously listening in.

“You can come in,” I tell him, and he waltzes in but this time with Tobias.

“Why are you home?” I ask, curious about why they left work early.

“Astral is coming over, she wants to make sure the magic is still secure in your bracelet.” I nod. Astral comes every couple of months to check the bracelets strength to hold the magic . Thaddeus’s magic isn’t like anything we have encountered before, and sometimes I can feel its darkness around us like a dark cloud trying to get out, though it hasn’t actually escaped. We have noticed it reacts to Thaddeus’s moods, my bracelet sometimes becoming burning hot against my wrist.

“Well, isn’t this a strange thing to come home to, our ex-wife helping our future wife,” Tobias says, shaking his head.

"I don’t mean any harm; I just want to make amends,” Bianca tells them. Theo and Tobias are unsure as their feelings hit me through the bond.

“Well, Astral is downstairs,” Theo says, and we follow him down.

Astral is sitting on the lounge as soon as I step into the room. Her aura glows around her and her eyes turn white reading the atmosphere and everyone’s aura. She smiles softly before getting up and embracing me. I hug her tightly and Thaddeus runs out having escaped my father and grabbing her legs. She smiles fondly at him, brushing his hair from his face as he beams his bright smile up at her.

We all sit, and my father brings out a tray full of coffees handing each of us our cups. I watch as Thaddeus climbs up on the lounge and sits beside Astral, playing with the charms on her bangle.