Page 86 of Dance of Defiance
“And she’smy sister,” he growls, his eyes hardening.
Then without another word, he turns and storms through the club, carrying Evie in his arms, his friends right behind him.
15
ROMAN
“How is she?”
I look up from watching my sister’s sleeping form as Laz swivels in the front seat to glance back at me.
“Fine,” I shrug. “I mean, she’ll feel like fucking shit tomorrow, but she’s fine.”
I exhale slowly, still shook from seeing my sister unconscious and Milena in hysterics about her being roofied.
Evie wasn’t drugged. She’s just a complete fucking lightweight who gets drunk off half a drink. God only knows how much booze she snuck to get like this.
I saysnuckbecause her friends, especially Milena, always make a point of keeping an eye on her when they’re out for that very reason. I’m thankful for it, considering that I worry likehellsometimes about Evie’s naïveté paired with her complete inability to drink.
I turn to look at her, my brow furrowing.
Goddammit, Evie.
I love my sister to death, but c’mon. Sheknowsshe can barely handle half a beer.
I scowl, twisting my head to stare at the neon of the city flickering past the tinted windows of Bane’s black Rolls-Royce Spectre.
I listen to the rhythmic sound of Evie sleeping next to me. Slowly, my worry for her lessens, and I start to worry about someone else.
…Aboutme.
What the fuck is happening to me?
My “temporary moments of weakness” are becoming my reality.
A dark, addictive need, like a drug.
And the more I keep telling myself that it’s just being drunk and horny, or a purely biological reaction to an external stimulus, or whatever other excuse I’m floating in any given moment when it comes to Val, the more they start to sound exactly like what they are:
Bullshit.
Tonight, there’s not even any lie to fall back on. I wasn’t drunk, not really.
Tonight, I fuckingwanted him.
I was jealous, too—jealous of the attention that fucking guy on his lap was getting. After being ignored for days, seeing that just made me…
Angry.
Hurt. Pissed off. Possessive.
Fuckingjealousof a man I didn’t even know, just because he was sitting in the lap of a man I’ve tried every which way to tell myself I don’t give a shit about.
That I’m not attracted to him.
That he’s just a blip. A glitch in my matrix.
Pretty sure now the glitch isme.
