Page 99 of Fated to Them

I ponder his words. What he’s said makes me feel uncomfortable.

“Addie. Shower. Now,” Cyrus says over his shoulder.

I huff, annoyed, before following him up the steps.

Walking into the bathroom, I wait for him to leave, staring at him expectantly. Cyrus raises his eyebrow at me as we stand off, neither of us willing to avert our gaze. His lips press into a line as he looks me up and down.

“Strip, or I will do it for you,” he says, reaching for the hem of my shirt.

I step back toward the door and away from him.

“Addie!” he snaps at me coldly.

“Don’t be all snappy with me. You want me to shower, get out, and I will.”

“I didn’t kill your boy toy, did I? So come here before I change my mind about you seeing him again,” Cyrus snaps before reaching down and pulling my shirt up and over my head. “See, wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“Clearly, you have never heard of privacy,” I tell him, stripping my pants off and placing them in the dirty wash hamper. “Or personal space.”

I turn the shower on, checking the temperature before hopping in. I wet my hair when I feel Cyrus step in. He pushes me against the cold tiles, and I shriek, making him laugh.

“Come here then,” he says, tugging me against him. He grabs the soap and loofah, lathering the loofah with soap before scrubbing my skin with it.

“Ouch, not so rough. I haven’t got titanium skin like you. That bloody hurts,” I tell him as he scrubs my skin raw.

“You shouldn’t have hugged him, and you wouldn’t reek of him,” he mutters, refusing to let up as he scrubs my skin off.

“Where is Eli?” I ask, looking up at him.

His eyes dart to mine before returning to his task of skinning me.

“Work,” he says, but I don’t believe him, a strange feeling coming through the bond.

“Are you lying?” I ask him.

“It doesn’t matter where he is, Addie. He is fine, and that’s all you need to know,” he says, placing the loofah back in the niche along with the soap.

“When will he be back?”

“When he gets back. Hopefully, tonight,” he says, and I can feel him becoming annoyed at my questions.

I am about to ask him why he is lying to me when he speaks again.

“No more questions, Addie,” he says, hopping out of the shower.

“You’re both liars,” I mutter under my breath.

“Says the queen of deception. Now, lose the attitude, Addie, and hop out.”

I mimic him; my tone even matches his. Cyrus apparently doesn’t find it as funny as I do. A threatening noise escapes him, which makes me jump, startled, not expecting it as it echoes off the tiles.

He walks out, slamming the door, and I flip him the bird. After finishing my shower, I hop out before walking into the room.

Cyrus is sitting on the end of the bed in just his shorts. I stop, staring at his mouth-watering body before realizing I am marveling at him and avert my gaze.

“Now what’s wrong?” I ask him as he watches me walk into the walk-in.

“Nothing and everything. Do you love Sam?”