Page 42 of Knot a Tie
“Not abduct you, if that’s what you’re thinking. As much as we wanted you and were not prepared to give up on that dream, we would have given you a choice, obviously.”
“You and James were there?”
He nods.
“Not William or Cameron?”
He shakes his head.
“So you two just decided?”
“James decided and I followed pretty quickly. If they’d been there, they would’ve followed too. They have now. They want you. Shit. Fuck. I didn’t mean…”
“Stop talking,” I say, shaking my head. “This is…UGH!” I give him a furious glare and pick up the bowl of raw eggs. I march over to him and dump the contents over his head. “This is unbelievable!” I roar, trying not to laugh as he wipes eggs from his eyes.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Inside, I’m shaking, but not with anger. I’m not angry, not at all. I’m not scared that they’re big stalkers, or psychotic lunatics.
No.
I’m relieved because now Iknowthat this is fate.
There is absolutely no way on God’s green earth that this story could be anything except destiny. It’s too fucking crazy, too much of a coincidence.
But never let it be said that Rayne Halstead didn’t enjoy a good grovel from some sexy alphas.
“You all owe me a fucking apology!” I thunder at him. “Come and find me when there are gifts to go along with the sincere words of remorse.”
Fixing him with a death stare for a moment, I then stalk past him, still starving, but determined to make my point. I’m not a fucking pushover. I’m not going to just forgive them. While it’s a little bit confusing and more than a coincidence that our lives got entangled in such a way, it doesn’t change the fact that they kept this from me. I don’t doubt that this has anything to do with my father and my abduction. But they did use it to their advantage. For that, there will be penance.
“Hopefully in the form of some food,” I grumble as I storm up the stairs, hissing at Cameron as I pass him and scaring him half to death. I slam my bedroom door and wait for things to get apologetic around here.
“Bellends. Utter Bellends.”
ChapterTwenty-Four
Cameron
Startled, and a little bit turned on, I shove the kitchen door open, a demand to know what’s happening on my lips, but stop dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me.
I let out a loud laugh, which Spencer does not appreciate. He is over at the sink, cleaning his face and hair under the tap.
“Wow, you seriously pissed her off,” I comment.
“No shit, Sherlock,” he growls.
“What did you do?” I try to straighten my face, but it’s difficult under the circumstances.
“I told her the truth.” Spencer grabs a fresh tea towel out of the drawer and wipes his face with it.
I pause, my blood going slightly cooler. “You did what?”
He fixes me with a glare of epic proportions. “I told her the truth. All of it. To say she is annoyed is a slight understatement.”
“What did she say?”
“Not much. It was me who had the verbal diarrhoea.”
