![]() With the door being solid, I can't see him, and I'm really, really thankful for that. ![]() Both he and Kane make me physically react to just their presence. "Since when can't I materialize inside your damn house?" Gage gripes through the closed door, apparently noticing the open window as well. Mom cocks her eyebrow questioningly when she feels my reaction to his mere voice, and I refrain from rolling my eyes. Let me talk to her and clear up the bullshit you've stuck in her head." I'm dealing with other matters," Drackus says dismissively, seeming bored with the dark user's presence. "Call her," Drackus says with a haughty grin and a shrug. She won't answer, and I need to speak to her. "I have every right, and you bloody well know it," Drackus growls, letting his usually subtle British accent roar free with more of a distinguished air. "She needs to know everything, and I'm sick of covering it up. My head jerks to Drackus, and my mother stiffens against me. Drackus grips his head, and my mother avoids eye contact when I look to her for answers. He doesn't want Gage to know about my mother? "Go upstairs," he whispers to my mother, keeping his voice too low to be overheard. "Do I trust him? That's a rather gray area. ![]() She rolls her eyes, casting her disapproval of his vague response. "I trust him with this-just not with our daughter. He's right about telling her, and I want to be with you when you do. ![]() He should be here as well."ĭrackus groans as Gage pounds on the door, impatiently demanding an invitation. Gage can come in," he begrudgingly strains out through gritted teeth, and the door swings open to reveal the dark user I thought I was doing well to avoid. His jet black hair is the perfect bedroom messy style that makes my knees wobbly, and his blue eyes find mine instantly. ![]()
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