The words thundered out of him. My knees nearly buckled from the weight of it, and I saw something shift in Daren’s eyes.
His smirk faltered, barely, but enough for me to see it. His shoulders stiffened, his jaw clenched, and he shook. It was small, quick, almost unnoticeable, but I saw it. I saw him flinch in fear of Damon’s wolf.
My own wolf inside me stirred, sharp and wild, hissing with satisfaction because she recognized the truth. Daren could smirk, Daren could taunt, but beneath it all, he felt the weight of Damon’s dominance and it rattled him.
For one breath, just one, I thought he might bow his head. But then he straightened, dragging his tongue across his bloody lip, and the mask snapped back into place. That damn smirk curved his mouth again, mocking and dangerous, as if he had not just cracked.
“Alright, brother,” Daren said, his voice smooth, coated with that careless arrogance he wore like armor, though I could still hear the edge underneath it.
His eyes flicked to me, slow and the look he gave me made my stomach twist with both shame and heat. It lingered too long, as if he wanted Damon to see it, as if he wanted me to feel it. “We will see.”
He stepped back then, his shoulders rolling lazily as though Damon’s fury were nothing but an inconvenience.
The second Daren’s shadow vanished into the doorway, my body shook with so much fury and fear I could barely stand still. My hands were trembling, my face still wet with tears, and yet the words flew out of me before I could stop them.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your twin brother, Damon? What is wrong with you, huh? Why didn’t you let me know about your family? Speak to me. Fucking speak!” My voice cracked on the last word, half from the sob in my throat and half from the way my chest felt like it was breaking apart.
Damon’s jaw tightened as his eyes flashed, the storm inside him still alive and clawing for release. “Not now, kitten,” he said, his tone clipped and harsh, the words slicing through the tension. “I will grab the bags. Just go inside.”
“No, Damon!” I screamed, my tears turning into heat, anger pouring into my voice until my throat ached. “Fuck you! Talk to me! Why? Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you let me know about him? About them? About your family? You must have your fucking reason, so say it to me, Damon. Say it!”
His head snapped toward me, his wolf rumbling beneath his skin as he growled low enough to shake the air between us. “Do not get me pissed, kitten. And do not use the f word on me.”
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