Page 12 of Fright Night
KNOX
Red lines her exhausted eyes,but she’s never looked sexier than this moment. All weary and panicked, staring at me like a spooked animal.
Undoubtedly, she’ll blame me for her exhaustion—which she’d be correct. Spending the night fucking with her door by picking the lock, then tossing pebbles at her window was intentional.
Last night was fun, as was the video from the night before, but now it’s time for us to talk.
She’ll soon learn how our parents’ marriage means nothing because she’s mine. She’s been mine for a long time, even if she refuses to realize it. Even if her little fuck-up that forced me away made her believe otherwise. If she didn’t make my life hell with the law, things could have gone the simple way. Instead, she complicated them by giving me a goddamn record.
Like my note said, we have years of tricks to make up for, and my plan is to enjoy every single one. Of course, the number is irrelevant, as I intend on getting all my retaliation out during a single night.
After that, we’ll move on as we should have always—together.
She still hasn’t spoken, or even made a motion to approach, remaining by the entrance to her living room with her mouth gaping.
“You looked shocked, li’l sis.”
That seems to wake her up, and she blinks. Once, until the confusion clouding her expression clears and then again as her jaw sets in hardness.
“W-we’re not actual siblings.”
I hum, taking a leisurely look around the house. “Then you’re a stranger trespassing on what should be mine.”
Her tongue pokes out to wet her bottom lip. Her nerves make my fingers curl into the back of the couch.
“That’s why you’re back? To reclaim what your dad didn’t give you? Or is it about your arrest?” She pauses, presumably waiting for me to speak, but my silence increases her tension and she rambles on. “I didn’t lie, you know. Not really. Youdidhave the drugs in your hand.”
Because I was buying fromherboyfriend, so yes the shit the cops caught me withwasmine, since money had already been exchanged. She decided to protect the asshole and didn’t tell the police he was the dealer. They took their word over mine and that was the end of that.
“You mad?” she asks in a small voice that sickens me. Her feistiness is what I’ve missed.
I’m pissed about the lie, but not for the reason she assumes.
Ignoring her question, I gesture to the fresh coffee I bought on my way here. Knowing what kind of night she had, figured she’d need the caffeine kick.
I’ll always give Oakley what she requires to succeed.
“Brought you coffee, exactly how you take it.” Three creams and two sugars because apparently coffee in Oakley’s world is supposed to be sweet.
Her nose wrinkles. “Shove it. You probably poisoned it. Besides, we both know who’s to blame for my exhaustion.”
“Something keeping you up at night? Maybe you should get a guard dog. Woof.”
If her scowl could destroy lives, her attempt is solid.
Shrugging, I lean forward to retrieve mine and sip the plain black drink. “Suit yourself. Poisoning you would be the opposite of what I’d like to do with you, so you’re safe, by the way.”
“Why’d you stalk my house all night?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Her gaze flicks to the mask beside me. Her mouth opens with the question we both know she’sdyingto ask, but any bravery gained dissipates between her next breath. With a resigned sigh, she lets me down completely.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, asshole. Also, you never answered me earlier; are you mad I lied to the police?”
“Answer me something else first,” I demand, and without giving her a chance to consider the offer—because there is none to be had—add, “Were you eager to get rid of me?”
“I never wanted to get rid of you.”
