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So, do they know?
I return to the moment, just after saving Max when Braxton and my eyes locked. The knowing flicker in Braxton’s stare, the hint of distrust. Could he have seen what I did? Is he now wondering if the woman he and his brother shared is as evil as they think all my Blood Pack members are?
It’s definitely possible.Damn it.
I snap my attention back to him, my heart hammering, but he’s busy sizing up Orson. His arms crossed. A strange anger hanging over him like a cloak. It’s as if this newcomer has wronged him somehow, but as far as I could tell when Max introduced them, they’ve never met before, so how could that be the case?
So, this man hasn’t wronged Braxton in some way. His anger isn’t focused on me like he’s sure of my betrayal, so I’m no closer to figuring anything out as before. All I know for sure is that I should be careful.
For Orson’s part, he just seems happy to have swapped handlers. His air is that of a man who’s happy to be here. Actually, that’s his entire demeanor, andno oneshould be happy to be here. I wonder where his path has led, the turns and twists that dumped him here.
The air between the four of us is leaden with mystery. There are enough elephants in the room to fill a safari. I guess it’s time to start poking at those elephants.
“So,” I draw out the word, feeling uncomfortable. “You two know each other?”
“No,” Braxton rushes out angrily.
I kind of suspected as much, but I was hoping their reactions would tell me more. Clearly, I’m not very good at this. I feel like maybe once upon a time I would’ve been able to handle something like this, but not now.
“We’ve never met,” Orson says, as if Braxton’s answer wasn’t enough, and his gaze sweeps to me. Those beautiful eyes of his locked onto me. “But I’m looking forward to getting to know him.”
Braxton makes a low, irritated noise.
It’s hard not to laugh, but I manage to swallow the sound down. So, Braxton doesn’t play nice with others. Interesting.
I file that information away for the future.
“Favorite colors?”
They both stare at me.
I shrug. “I heard learning each other’s favorite color could be a good way of getting to know each other.”
To my surprise, Orson smiles. “Mine is gold. Not yellow. Gold.”
Braxton scoffs. “Gold is not a color.”
Orson shrugs. “It is to me.”
“I guess we disagree on that,” Braxton says, his voice practically a growl.
This time I do laugh. Are they really arguing about a favorite color? Well, I guess Orson isn’t, but Braxton is looking for a fight.
“What’s your favorite color?” Orson asks, turning those stunning, mismatched eyes onto me.
It takes me a second to swallow. “I’m not sure. I’ve never thought about it before.”
He nods, like that’s a perfectly acceptable answer. “Any siblings?”
I flinch so hard my entire body hurts.
“Asha?” Braxton asks, alarm in his voice.
I take a small step back from them, shaking my head.
“Well, someone, but not you, has a dog then,” Orson says, as if I didn’t just have a mini-meltdown.
A shuddering breath escapes my lips. “Trouble.” He already knew the dog’s name, but I don’t know what else to say.
