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"He's at my house," Quinton told him as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared darkly at me sitting in the circle of Damien's arms and in his lap. "You want to let her up now?"
Truthfully, I wasn't all fired up to actually get up no matter who it made uncomfortable for me to sit there in Damien's lap. I wasn't angrily pacing anymore, and I called that a win. In fact, the angry ball I had had building up inside of me had dissipated slightly and I no longer felt like I was going to explode at any given second. The room even cooled down several degrees since Damien had walked in here.
I was noticing that certain emotions, or sometimes just strong ones had a flavor, if you will, to them. And anger was most certainly a hot one. It burned bright and fast and didn't fade until your mood shifted to something else.
Damien turned to Quinton and grinned before saying, "Nope. I'm pretty sure she's good where she's at."
I think I was too but if it was going to upset Quinton then maybe I should get up and sit somewhere else. We were going to have enough emotions flying around when they found out why they were here that I didn't want to add to the pile.
Tyson strolled out of the kitchen with a giant sandwich in his hands and raised half way to his mouth. He paused when he read the vibe in the room and asked, "What happened now?"
What indeed.
I glared at Rain but said to Ty, "Did you know about Marcus being tied up in Rain's basement?"
Tyson didn't even bat an eyelash, which I found troubling. Instead, he shook his head and shot back, "Did you tell them about Chuck?"
I swallowed painfully and widened my eyes at him, silently telling him to shut up.
"What about that piece of shit football player?" Quinton growled at his nephew.
"We think he might be dead," I muttered and Damien's arms around me squeezed almost painfully.
"What the fuck?" Damien muttered darkly. "How do you know this?"
How indeed.
"This is the one who cut up your face?" Rain rumbled, and I heard the anger in his voice.
A warm wind blew through the room and the overhead lights flickered.
Crap.
This was not good having all of those witches in here and getting angry.
"Yes," Quinton snarled back.
Tyson, not seeming to care a bit about the vibe in the room or what had happened to Chucky, moved the sandwich back to his mouth and took a big bite out of it. He chewed, then spoke through a mouth full of food, "I don't think we're going to have to worry about him anymore."
I found this disconcerting; how emotionless he was about what had gone down.
"Because he's dead?" Quinton asked incredulously, and I couldn't blame him there.
"Maybe," I muttered.
I really did not want to have this conversation. I wanted to go to the Alexander house and make sure that Marcus was okay, and I needed to see him with my own eyes to be sure. I wasn't going to take their words for it.
Damien stuck his face in my neck and whispered, "How do you even know any of this?" His lips brushed against my skin with each word spoken and, for whatever reason, I found myself relaxing against him.
"Because we were there," Tyson said and, thankfully, this time he didn't have a mouth full of food.
"Where exactly were you, Nephew?" Quinton asked in a low, deadly voice.
I pushed back on Damien's arms and he was smart enough to let me go. I stood from his lap and quickly rounded the table. Things were going to come out that Tyson didn't want to come out and things were going to get ugly, I just knew it.
Tyson stepped forward and placed his sandwich down on the table. He held his arms loosely at his sides and faced his uncle. I didn't think it boded well that he'd freed up his hands.
I had to do something to stop the potential damage he was going to cause when he opened his mouth. I knew Quinton loved his nephew and I knew they were all family even if they weren't a big, happy one all the time. You didn't always have to get along with each other in order to love someone. But there were certain lines you didn't cross because when you did there was no coming back from them. Despite what I'd said to Tyson about how there was nothing he could ever do to make his uncle no longer love him, I was worried. All things involving Annabell worried me and I was scared for my best friend.
