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“Thanks, I’m aware of my pending mortality,” I snapped. “At this point, I’m used to aging while everyone else around me stays exactly the same.”
Both men looked at me.
Then looked back at each other.
“A year,” August said. “Give us a year to figure it out. Then, me or one of my brothers will be here at all times to protect her.”
Was he kidding?
I hoped he was kidding, even though I was positive he wasn’t.
Sebastian was silent for another long moment.
Finally, he jerked his head. “One year. Come in and write up the document.”
August dragged me inside the house, slamming the door shut behind me. I was well aware that making a run for it wouldn’t do me any good.
“Get me paper, then show her to her room while I work on the document,” August said.
Finally, the bastard let go of my arm.
I followed Sebastian down a hallway, rubbing at my wrist while I took in the house. It was pretty, no doubt about it, but everything looked so cold. It reminded me of a medical office, with everything stiff and shiny.
We made it up a staircase before stopping in a doorway at the end of a hall. Sebastian opened the door—and I immediately noticed the way his eyes narrowed at the red skin where August had been holding me.
He grabbed my arm without letting me into the room. “The dragon did this?” His words were still neutral, despite the anger in his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.” I pulled my arm away from him.
Unlike my brother, Sebastian let go when I asked.
“If he’s ever hurt you…” Sebastian’s voice was low and deadly.
“Dragon shifters can’t—” I began, before the magic forcing me not to spill dragons’ secrets set in. “Dragons like treasure,” I bit out, annoyed by the magic. “Family is treasure. They protect it any way they can. Dragging me here is his way of doing that. He'd kill himself before he’d ever hurt me; brothers are just rough. I’m sure you know that.”
I put an end to the conversation, stepping into the room. “This is where you want me to sleep?” It was just as cold and lifeless as the rest of the mansion. Dark brown floors. White walls. Large, abstract art placed what a designer would probably call strategically.
To me, it was just boring.
“Yes. I’ll pay someone to pick up your stuff today.”
I scowled at him. “I’ll pick up my own shit. I might not have been able to make my brother leave, but I’m tired of playing prisoner in the name of protection. As you kindly pointed out, I only have one human lifespan, so I’m going to live the hell out of it. Now, get out ofmyroom.”
Sebastian blinked at me, like he was surprised that I’d stood up for myself, and I shut the door in his face.
When it came to me and my friends, I was known to be the cheerful, nice one.
But that was with people I liked. I didn’t like Sebastian. If he was participating in August’s protective shit, I wasn’t going to force myself to act like I was his friend.
He had never bothered acting like he wasmyfriend.
I leaned my back against the door, squeezing my eyes shut.
What the hell was I going to do?
There wasa knock on my door a few minutes later.
It was safe to assume it was either August or Sebastian, and I didn’t want to talk to either of them.
