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His dark hazel eyes devoured me.
I was a mess. Barefoot, breathless, still trembling. I wanted to run, but I knew I couldn’t. Not from him. Not anymore.
His lips curled into a slow, victorious smirk.
I opened my mouth but only two words came out.
“Help me.”
The smirk deepened as he stepped closer, gripping my chin, forcing my gaze to his. His fingers were warm, rough, possessive.
“I knew you’d come,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
His thumb skimmed my lower lip, slow and deliberate. Teasing.
My whole body went tight.
I hated how easily he pulled these reactions from me. How easily he controlled me. His thumb dragged lower, pressing against my pulse, feeling how wildly it beat for him.
I should’ve run.
I should’ve shoved him away, but instead I leaned in.
And Silas’s smile deepened. Because he knew.
He had me.
And I wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
THEO
The blaringsound of a heavy beat thundered in the side of my head, making me wince.
I didn’t go home.
Even though I told myself I would, that I’d walk through the door and head straight to my room, and lock the world out. Instead, I found myself exactly where I always fucking ended up—somewhere dark, somewhere drowning in smoke and sweat, with a bottle in my hand and drugs crawling under my skin like goddamn ants.
The club was a haze of red and black, the music a pulsing throb inside my skull, loud enough to rattle my bones. Bodies moved around me, faceless, meaningless, women pressed against me, their hands trailing down my chest, over my belt. I barely felt them. I barely fucking saw them.
Because I only saw her.
My fucking sister.
Her name burned through me like acid, hot, destructive, corroding every rational thought I had left. She was in my head, under my skin, in my goddamn veins. Everything I did was about her, even when I was trying to get away from her.
Especially then.
I tugged out the small bag from the pocket of my trousers and pinched it open, pouring out enough to run along the back of my thumb before I lifted it to my nose.
Your cocaine is showing, Theo.
Her fucking voice resounded inside me. I inhaled sharply taking another hit, white power burned through my throat, numbing everything except the one thing I fucking needed—her.
I didn’t want her. I fucking hated her. I hated her lies, her breath, the way she fucking existed.
And yet…she consumed me.
