Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
I lift my head from my cup of tea and stare at Cecy. “Hmm?”
“About the fact that Ava is up to no good. She’s making a lot more trouble lately and keeps going to all these fights.”
“You know how she is,” I say, tracing the rim of my cup. “Just give her space and she’ll come around.”
Besides, judging by what I witnessed the other day when she ‘pretended’ to come see me, I’m exceptionally aware of what’s going on between her and my unruly eldest cousin. In fact, at this point, everyone but her knows what’s up. Her inability to submit to reality or at least acknowledge it is possibly why she’s been spiraling out of control. I tried advising her, but she’s too hotheaded to listen and prefers indulging in Lan’s plots of mayhem that target Eli.
My brother’s aim is entirely to egg Eli on and have fun, but she’s digging her own grave. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I have no clue.
“I’m worried, though,” Cecily says with a frown.
“Me, too.” Glyn stuffs her face with a macaron and my chest twists into a knot.
I can’t help recalling the sweet-toothed monster who’s always stealing from any box of pastries I bring.
He hasn’t touched any lately, though.
My heart aches and I clear my throat, but it does nothing to alleviate the lump stuck in there.
It’s been a week since the day I had a breakdown and nearly splintered to pieces. But I didn’t, because Nikolai held me through it.
And he did it for a long time.
Until my knees went numb and I became lethargic. Until the cut stopped burning and itching and driving me fucking mental.
Then he made me lean on him and carried me out of the tub because I couldn’t stand upright. I was a pathetic mess, a shadow of a person, and the very fucking thing I was terrified he’d see.
I expected disgust or, worse, pity, but I couldn’t see any on his face.
He looked extremely focused as he dried me off, helped me put on some clothes, then let me sleep while strangling him.
The thought that he’d leave triggered a panic so deep, I was hyperventilating. I think I hurt him by how hard I clung to him, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he held me tighter and kissed my eyelids, my nose, my cheek, the top of my head—anywhere he could reach.
That’s when I finally fell asleep.
He left me alone the day after, although I could tell he had a lot of questions.
But then I found out the reason he didn’t get in touch was because he was fighting my brother the following night.
I asked him not to. I begged him, even, but he went along with it anyway.
There’s something Nikolai doesn’t know that I’ve been keeping a secret—aside from my fucked-up state of mind. His sister Mia is in some sort of relationship with my brother.
When I found out about that, I tried to warn her away, but she was as hard-headed as her brother and wouldn’t listen. Lan is also acting uncharacteristically possessive of her, which he’s never done with his previous conquests.
So I hid that from Nikolai because I could tell he holds a massive grudge against Lan—rightfully so.
But even without that information, he still went on with the fight.
I had to stand there and watch Nikolai and Lan go at each other’s throats and nearly beat each other to death.
To say I was livid after that would be an understatement. Not only because Nikolai still went on with the fight despite me begging him not to, but also because of Lan.
He suspects something and he was positively murderous after the fight. He wouldn’t stop asking, “Why the fuck was Nikolai looking at you like that?”
While he didn’t specify what the ‘that’ was, I could see the accusatory look in his eyes and hear it in his tone.
Telling him anything is just a disaster waiting to happen, so I deflected, and it’s working for now.
That night, I naturally couldn’t go to the penthouse, because Lan was watching me like a fucking hawk. I was sure if I’d left, he would’ve followed me. No doubt about that.
So I texted Nikolai.
Me
Why on earth did you fight Landon? Now, he won’t stop pestering me and asking about why you kept looking at me.
Nikolai
And it’d be the end of the world to tell him the truth?
If I do, he’ll kill you.
Not if I kill him first.
He’s my twin brother, Nikolai. You can’t just talk about killing him and expect me to be okay with it.
But it’s okay if he attempts to kill me?
No, of course not. I’d much rather you stay away from each other.
Is that your way of saying you’ll never tell him about us?
That’s just a recipe for disaster. He’s not exactly your biggest fan.