If she stopped looking at herself… she sure didn’t get bored of seeing herself. If there was a way to be mated to yourself, it would be fucking perfect for her. She loved herself far too much.
“Jealous of how amazing I look, Uncle?” She asked, flicking her hair.
“Nah, I was just wondering why the fuck you look like the fucking Tin-Man from The Wizard of Oz,” I smirked coldly. Skyla cackled as Raihana pouted.
“Not funny, you little devil,” she said to Skyla before turning to me. “You know, Uncle, let me just give you a facial and fix up those brows and stuff. I swear you would look so much better.”
“You got your mate for that. I’ll pass.”
I watched Kataleya, who was more distracted, looking into the distance towards the bedroom windows on the first floor. None of the rooms belonged to Enrique, but she knew he was there… and she wanted to see him again. The thing was, he refused to be around Kat, so even though he came here, he was still happy to stay confined in his room.
I didn’t trust that boy. He was still his father’s blood, and I was sure that Djinn had the fucking power to locate him. Even his father hadn’t bothered to reach out to my message.
How to kill a djinn… that was an answer I still needed.
I crouched down in front of Kataleya.
“Hey, angel. Want to play on the swings?” She shook her head, glancing toward the grilled food.
“Can we take Enrique food?” She whispered.
I didn’t miss Kenneth’s attention perking at what she said, and I cast him a cold glare. I knew he had probably done his own fucking research on my pack thoroughly. I couldn’t stand him, and it was obvious he didn’t like me. I really needed to get Elijah to share the reason he didn’t like this dipshit.
“I’m sure someone will. Your mama won’t forget,” I replied, pinching her cheek lightly.
She looked at me sadly, a small pout on her face. I thought she needed therapy. Fuck, if Del wasn’t in the state she was in, she would have been the perfect person for Kataleya to talk to, having studied to go into this very field. The trauma of the events still haunted Kataleya, and it fucking killed me to see her smile was gone. She had gone from the happiest child around, one who would constantly smile, to the quietest…
Sparks rippled through me, and I looked up, greeted by the view of the underside of Kiara’s breasts. Well, that was one fucking view I loved. She crouched down next to us, a gorgeous smile on her face as she held her arms out to Kat.
“Come, let’s take some food.”
You know he said he doesn’t want to see her; this shit will only hurt her.
I will explain it to her and make her remain in the hallway. She only wants to see him,she replied, turning and gazing into my eyes with those gorgeous ones of hers.
Always got a plan, huh?
Always.
I reached over, gripping the back of her hair as I kissed her hard.Don’t fucking forget me, Amore Mio…I squashed the thought away.Don’t think it, and it won’t happen…
“Will you take the food upstairs to them?” Kiara asked me. I knew she meant the trio on the balcony, and I nodded.
“I never knew I was a fucking waiter. I don’t serve.”Unless of course, it meant her….
“You are everything and more. A tray or two will do no harm,” Kiara replied with a small amused smile, taking hold of Kataleya’s hand, and they both went over to the grill.
“Why are you two exactly the same?” I turned, seeing Skyla questioning the Arden twins.
“How so?” One of the fuckers replied.
“Well, you both look exactly the same. Were you cloned?”
“No, and we are not exactly alike,” the other one replied with a small smile.
“Well, I have a twin, and we are both very different, you know,” Skyla remarked.
“I can tell.”
