Page 108 of Crave
I felt it before I saw it.
Her presence.
Angelica.
A shift in the air, a pull in my gut—like she was tethered to me, and I was too far fucking gone to fight it anymore.
I didn’t even think about it.
I moved.
The hallway was dark, every creak ten times louder than it should be. A moan drifted out from my brother’s room. Soft, desperate.
“You’re so fucking desperate, aren’t you, little sister?”
I froze standing outside his door, then I moved. My ribs no longer hurt. Nothing hurt because I couldn’t feel my body at all.
I slowly turned the handle of my brother’s door, breathing through the chaos inside me, through the drugs and the violence and the fucking aching need that wouldn’t die.
I pushed it open.
And stepped inside, finding my brother standing in the middle of the room with our sister in his arms dressed in nothing more than her pretty fucking lace underwear.
He said nothing, unaware I was even in the room as he wrenched her hair backwards, extending her throat.
Her body stiffened, breath catching but it wasn’t because of him. Her gaze fixed on me. Her eyes wide, too dark, reflecting the glow of moonlight through the curtains of my brother’s room.
Fear.
Not full-blown panic—not yet—but close enough.
I stepped closer.
My brother felt me now. But he didn’t turn around. Instead he let me come closer, flanking his side until I reached out, sliding my fingers through her hair and Silas let her go.
I didn’t know what I wanted.
Not really.
But I needed to see her.
Needed to remind myself that I could have her if I wanted.
Even bleeding. Even high. Even when she cowered at the sight of me and tried to pull away.
I still fucking owned her.
A slow, crooked smile curled at my lips.
“Did you miss me, Angel?”
She shivered.
And fuck, that felt better than the drugs.
Silas leaned back, those dark eyes fixed on mine. “Took you long enough, brother.”
I sucked in heavy breaths.
