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He tucks himself in, fighting against the redness creeping up his skin.
Once he’s back within his boring element, he glares at me. “What’s with Killian finding out about you being in an exclusive relationship?”
“He just loves playing detective.” I lick his throat. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t know it’s you.”
Bran’s hands land on my chest and he tries to push me away, but he tilts his head to the side, giving me access to that pounding pulse point. “Why does he think it’s Simon?”
“You heard him. Simon is the one who makes more sense.”
“Why? Because he calls youDaddy?”
I chuckle against his neck, trying to be quiet even though there are no voices outside. “Jealous, baby?”
He fists my hair and tugs me back. “Don’t mess with me, Nikolai.”
“Don’t mess withme.” I wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze. “You have no right to act butthurt when you’re the one against a public relationship. If you don’t like people thinking I’m with Simon, boo-fucking-hoo. It’s your fault.”
A smudge of pain passes through his eyes and I want to kick myself in the ass when he releases my hair.
“Baby…”
“No, you’re right. I’m the one who wanted it this way and I need to deal with the consequences.”
“But why does it have to be like this? We can—”
“No!” he cuts me off so harshly, I actually step back.
“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.”
“The answer is no, Nikolai,” he says with a note of panic, and I want to reach inside him and drag out whatever demon is making him feel this way, then beat it to death.
What the fuck happened to him? Why does he go into this mode sometimes, as if he’s being chased by a monster?
“Just drop it, okay?” He’s breathing harshly. “Go back first.”
“Hey…what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“You look anything but fine.”
“Why is that any of your business?” he snaps. “Why do you have to care? Just leave me alone.”
“You know, you’re pushing me too far and I might let you fucking drop, Brandon.”
His lips part and I think he’ll at least apologize like he usually does, but he whispers, “Please go.”
“Fuck you,” I mutter, then whip the door open and leave.
My movements are forceful as I wash my hands and stride back to the coffee shop. I pause by the table when I notice the atmosphere is not as sickeningly sweet as when I left.
The reason is that Bran’s clone is in my chair.
I place a hand in my pocket and stand beside him. “You’re in my spot.”
Landon’s head whips in my direction, sporting his slimy smirk. Although he shares Bran’s physical traits, Landon is buffer and much more loathsome. If it weren’t for the identical features, no one would think they’re siblings. Where Bran is calm and a fucking asshole behind closed doors, Landon is an asshole openly. Antagonistic and completely unhinged.
I still haven’t forgiven him for kidnapping Kill, even if my cousin let it go to keep his relationship with Glyn intact.
