Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I tensed.
“Shut up,” Trev said, walking over to the fridge.
I didn’t move. I wasn’t getting closer to the man.
Those intense green eyes locked on me then, and it became hard for me to take a deep breath.
“You’re making a mistake, sugar. But then your kind always does,” he said to me.
My kind? I stared at him, knowing he had insulted me, but not sure exactly what he meant by it. What was my kind?
Anger began to stir in my chest, and the nervous feeling paled in comparison. He didn’t know me. How arrogant it was to assume he did.
“What exactly is my kind?” I blurted before I could stop myself.
He studied me a minute while he took a bite of the cereal in his bowl. How could he still appear to be dark and dangerous while eating what looked like Frosted Flakes? I wasn’t sure, but he managed it.
“Beautiful and cunning with daddy issues, looking to move up in the world from the meager life you were born into,” he drawled as he tilted his head and studied me.
“Dude, shut the fuck up,” Trev said, slamming the fridge door with two bottles of water and a soda in his hands.
“You got a look at this place today and realized you were reeling in the smaller fish with Sax,” Blaise said, narrowing his eyes.
Blaise Hughes was a bully. I hated bullies.
“I don’t measure a person’s worth by their bank account, and I will never trust a man to take care of me. Judging someone by their looks is a mistake I would’ve thought you’d have outgrown by now,” I shot back at him. My face felt hot, and my heart was racing.
Trevor cleared his throat. “Guess she cleared that up for you, bro,” he said with an amused tone.
Blaise didn’t appear as if he cared that I had spoken. His expression didn’t change. He took another bite of his cereal. I wished Trev would hurry and get the food he wanted so we could get out of here. As if he could read my mind, Trev walked over to a door, opened it, and stepped inside, then was out in seconds with a bag of chips, a box of snack cakes, and what appeared to be a bag of candy shoved under his arms while still holding the drinks.
“Let’s go,” he said to me.
I followed him, relieved to be getting away from the other Hughes in the room. Besides the fact that my stomach was even more twisted up, there was a lump forming in my throat. His words had affected me when I wished more than anything that they hadn’t.
Blaise was an elitist jerk. What he thought of me meant nothing. I had heard much worse from people in my life. I was tougher than this. I mentally coached myself out of letting Blaise get to me.
We walked back to the stairs, and as we climbed them, Trev glanced back at me.
“Sorry about that asshole.”
I swallowed hard and nodded, not sure I trusted my voice just yet. I didn’t want Trev to know how much those accusations had bothered me. I could see the concern in Trev’s eyes and wanted to say something, but I couldn’t yet.
Trev stopped at a door and lifted his shoulder to point to it because his hands were full. I should have offered to carry something.
“This one,” he said.
I stepped forward and twisted the knob, then pushed the door open before stepping back to let him enter first.
“Sorry, I should have carried some of that,” I told him.
“And make me look like less of a man?” he asked with a teasing tone.
The tension in my chest eased some. Had there ever been two brothers so completely different? Trev was the complete opposite of Blaise.
I followed Trev into his room and paused to look around. This wasn’t a bedroom. It was an entertainment room. A huge screen covered most of the left wall. I assumed that was a television screen. Maybe? There was a brown leather sofa, two matching leather chairs, a pool table, arcade games, and a bearskin rug in the center of it all.
“What is this?” I asked him as he dropped the stuff on the large rectangular table between the sofa and screen.
“My bedroom,” he replied.
“There is no bed … or dresser,” I pointed out, still confused. “Is this where you tell me you’re a vampire and you don’t sleep?”
Trev looked back at me. His lips curled up. “You think I don’t know that reference, but you’re wrong.”
I wasn’t surprised. He’d probably had to watch that movie with more than one girl. I seriously doubted he’d read the book.
“But really, where do you sleep?” I asked him.
“You asking to see my bed, Maddy?”
“No. Just pointing out that your bedroom has nowhere for you to sleep.”