“She has Apollo and Grey to entertain her,” he retorts, then he snatches one of my strawberries right out of my cup.
But before he can put it in his filthy mouth, I’ve already grabbed his wrist.
“You take one teeny tiny bite, and I will cut out your tongue and feed it to you,” I growl.
A smirk slowly spreads on his face. “Now that’s the Sunny I remember. So very … cheery. I still can’t decide whether or not Mom was joking when she gave you that name.”
“Ha-ha, Apollo has infected you with his terrible jokes, I see,” I retort, and I snatch the strawberry back from him and place it on the lid of my cup so it doesn’t soil the others that are still untouched by his fingers.
“You holding up okay?” he asks.
“I’m fine,” I grumble.
“C’mon, talk to me. Tell me what’s been bothering you.”
I throw him a look. “You are.”
“That’s my job,” he says.
Another one of my brothers, Max, flicks the back of my head. “Hey, Sunny.”
God, they are so annoying. “Get your hands off me.”
“Back to your usual self, I hear,” Max says.
“I never said anything was wrong with me,” I say. “Can y’all back off? I’m trying to eat here.”
“Then tell us why you were gone for a whole damn week,” Levi says.
I narrow my eyes at him. “None of your business.”
“Did you even tell Mom?” Levi presses.
“We were all worried sick about you,” Max says.
I groan out loud. “I really despise you all sometimes.”
“You don’t mean that,” Max says.
“Yeah, you love us, don’t you?” My third brother, Elliot, sits down across from me, butting aside my girls until they all grab their trays and leave.
Goddammit.
“What is this? Some sort of intervention?” I bark.
“We’re worried about you,” Levi says.
I stare at them with a coldhearted gaze. “Don’t be. I’m perfectly fine. Especially on my own. Without any of you.”
Levi raises his brow at me like he thinks he knows me better. “Ahh, so that’s why some lone cop brought you to the hospital on the brink of death. Because you’re ‘fine.’” He makes quotation marks with his fingers.
I grab his fingers and bring them to the veins in my throat. “Feel that? That’s my fucking heartbeat, and that’s as close as you’ll ever get.” I shove him away again. “Now beat it and let me eat in peace.”
Elliot suddenly snatches my phone off the table.
“Hey!” I shout, but he’s already bolted off with it. “Give that back!”
I pull out my knives.
