Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“How’s New York?”
“Missing you. Wish I could be there…”
“Why?” I raise a brow, flicking off the button to my jeans. “So you can continue to keep tabs on me?”
Eli barks out a laugh, a door closing in the background, cutting out the noise. “That’s a fair statement.”
“Mmmhmm…” I turn on the shower and toss my clothes into the corner. The bathroom is basic, yet still somehow cozy. Not at all like the glass museum at the Nero mansion in The Village or the penthouse. “Have you just called to torture me, or is there seriously something wrong?”
He huffs out a breath, and I can imagine him running his fingers through his hair and the stress line between his eyes. Eli is a pretty boy through and through, so when he’s upset, mad, or stressed—he looks cute. He hates that I bring this up any time he’s one of those things too. “Yeah, I’ve got some news.”
“Are you going to tell me what that night was about?” I ask him every day about the men in my lounge.
“No. Not ever, if I can help it, and stop asking.”
I roll my eyes.
“I told you, baby, eye rolling doesn’t look good on you.”
“Wrong,” I say, giving up on him wrapping up this convo so I can slip into the shower. I drop my towel and duck beneath halfway. “Everything looks good on me.”
He chuckles, but it’s cut short. “I’ll be there as soon as he finds out you’re there, no doubt. I think he hates me. That’s why he’s torturing me with you.”
“Ha! Don’t take offense. He hates everyone.” I squeeze soap in my hand.
“I’ll see you soon.” Then I hang up, needing to get ready quickly for tonight. It begins in five hours, which means The Brothers are already here in Kiznitch, and now thanks to my selfie…
I pale, blood draining to my toes. They’ll know I’m staying at The Castle.
Shit. That was a rookie move.
I turn off the shower, wrap the towel around my body, and release my hair from the clip it was tied up in.
I open the door and pause at the four massive bodies all standing scattered in my room. I jerk, just enough for them to not ask why I was shocked, and squeeze the towel in my hand, casually making my way to the bed.
I pointedly ignore Keaton since I haven’t seen him for two fucking years. For Christmas, I made sure I was away in France fucking the Duke. It kept me busy and him away, all while keeping up the bratty, slutty, and somewhat fucked-up baby sister card.
“Oh, how lovely.” I scoop up my dress before Kyrin can examine it. “The four big bad wolves.”
“Why the fuck are you here?” Kyrin spreads his arms wide, and I finally bring my eyes to my frustrating brother. Heat rises in my chest and it takes all my strength to not cuss him out and ask him about Eli, and I would’ve by now if I didn’t like Eli and if I didn’t stress about the safety of his life after Kyrin would find out. I know he’s an Elite King, but the best thing for The Elite Kings and us is peace, because a war would not be pretty.
“Because I was invited, because I’m Kiznitch, and because I’m not your baby sister anymore, Ky! Leave me alone.”
Killian pushes out from the doorway, coming toward me. “I’m going to grab food.” He snakes his arm around my neck and pulls me in for a soft kiss on my head. “You guys can fight it out, but my money is on Cartier—like always.” He winks down at me before staggering back out the door. Kill has always been my favorite. He doesn’t suffocate me like the others, but I know if I’m ever in any danger, he would be the first to throw himself in the firing line.
“Cartier, you’re being reckless, fucking around half the world. Give your brother a break.” Ah, and then there’s King. My least favorite.
“I love you.” I bring my eyes to Kingston, squaring my shoulders in defiance. “But who I fuck is no one else’s concern, much less my brother’s.”
King shakes his disapproving head and leaves the same way Killian did. King is always on his high fucking horse ready to scold you like a child. It worked when I was younger. I loved him, worshipped him almost, because he taught me the things my father should have. But now, we fight more than we get along.
And then there were two.
Keaton breaks the silence with a deep chuckle that vibrates down every vertebra of my spine. He pushes up from where he was on my bed, and my body springs to life like hot live wire tearing through my veins.
He stops directly beside me, but I refuse to break eye contact with Kyrin, who most likely thinks it’s funny how protective Keaton is with me. He has always looked at Keaton’s vicious protection like extra help.