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The table she’s sitting at has a huge window in front of it and a couple of couches in the room. I can’t recall ever using this room before, but just her influence has made it less gloomy. It’s lighter.
Which makes no sense.
I watch her for a while longer before I enter the room, unable to resist the draw any longer. I move around her until I can see her screen.
Her fingers fly across the keyboard as she types. Windows open and close at rapid speed.
Abruptly she stops, turning in the chair, her arm hanging over the back, and pins me with those green eyes. Familiar. Haunting. I feel a rush of emotion and tamp it down.
“Gold.”
“Sister,” I sneer.
She flinches, and I love it. Score one for me.
She stands up, fluid, elegant, moving with the grace of a wildcat. She was stunning as a sixteen-year-old to my seventeen-year-old mind, but as an adult, she’s moved into a whole new realm of sexy.
“Brother,” she says calmly, patiently, and smirks slightly. “We really should stop meeting like this.”
She advances towards me, peering up at me. “I’m glad you found your pack.”
“My pack.” I emphasise. “Mine.”
Her eyes grow colder. Frozen chips of emerald. “I’m aware of that fact, Gold.”
She turns away from me, and I find my gaze dipping to where her jeans cup her ass, the perfect curves that I itch to grab.
Red shuts her laptop down and turns back.
When did I close the space? I panic but stop when I smell chocolate. The bitter, rich scent wafts up, and I inhale, closing my eyes slightly.
She gasps, the softest sound, and I open my eyes to find her staring up at me with a glazed expression. Black lashes framing emeralds. Lips that are not pink but not quite red, but a perfect mix of the two, and a creamy complexion. She’s changed, aged. Her face is more angular, but it’s still the face of her.
I reach out and wrap my hand around her throat. She gasps, her heart pulses under my thumb. So breakable. I could squeeze now and end all this. I add pressure to my fingers, but that just moves her closer, and now only the smallest space is between us.
Her fingers find my chest and curl into my shirt. Each touch is electric.
“Gold,” she whispers.
I feel the cobwebs peel back and realise what I’m doing. I throw her away from me. She falls against the table, catching herself.
There’s no pain, no shock, but calm, icy control. She’s the opposite of me, completely in control. I’m the one out of control. I’m the dangerous one. Not her.
I turn on my heel and then stop. I turn back.
“Can we agree to just stay out of each other’s way?”
Scarlet stands up straight and turns away from me. “I thought about you a lot. I wondered where you were and how you were doing.”
A growl rumbles through my chest.
“I’m glad. I’m really glad you found them.” The words are so soft, I almost don’t hear them. She moves before I can say anything, stalking out of the room.
I stare at the spot where she was standing for a long time. She has a pack. She found her family. Why the fuck is she so sad? A memory of Merry moving towards me while Bar lies bleeding on the floor burns its way into my head.
“Why?” I scream, fighting against the rope holding me to the wall.
“Because I want what he has.” Merry says simply.
