“You know that shit doesn’t work on me like it works on Dad, Kayla,” I say coldly, holding her gaze in the rearview mirror. One turquoise gem eye. One silver, like mine.
Both finally lock with mine.
“Do you even realize how fucking dangerous that was today?”
“So now going on asimple dateis dangerous, too?” she snaps, straightening in her seat and turning to the window, glaring at the road like it might open and swallow her.
“Just lock me in my room and call it a day.”
“I’m starting to think that’s not such a bad idea.” I turn fully in my seat to glare at her, and she shifts uncomfortably. Her dark hair falls over her face, hiding her eyes now. She doesn’t bother to fix it.
She knows I could make that happen. I never would—but she knows I have the authorization.
And that’s enough.
“And you callthatpiece of shit asimple date—”
Bay’s hand presses to my shoulder, cutting me off. I turn to her before Kayla can answer, and I can hear my sister exhale in relief behind me.
I raise a brow at Bay.
She shakes her head. Just once—no.
No what?
No fighting with Kayla?
No reminding her that the guy she was with planned to drug her?
No telling her she’s not even of drinking age?
She’s only sixteen—and already, every man within a few meters starts checking her out.
That’s bad enough.
It’s taking everything in me not to rip their dirty-looking souls out just for thethoughtsthey have when they look at her.
But now she’s willingly walking into that filth?
I inhale sharply, eyes still locked with Bay’s.
“She’ll talk to her. Don’t open it here.”Myko’s voice delivers Bay’s silent message. Our ever-frustrating broken telephone system.
I sigh. If I upset Bay, Myko won’t let me sleep for a week.
“We drop Kayla at home,” I say finally, shifting gears, “I need to talk to Dad for a bit. Then we head back to Abert.”
Bay nods and removes her hand from my shoulder, settling it back on the wheel.
That alone should scare me more than any of Myko’s threats.
But thankfully, being Black Blooded comes with a curse—or a blessing, depending how and who’s looking at it.
My life is tethered to my mother’s.
According to Myko, Black Blooded don’t age. Don’t die. We’re immortal—unless someone finds a way to kill both sides of the bond at the exact same time.
As long as one lives, the other won’t die.
