never really wanted to see either of them again.
“Yep,” Zia answered, “You can say Ashe is your sister’s very territorial boyfriend.”
It was funny how referring to him as Alex’s boyfriend triggered an immediate retaliative rage in me, but everything else Isaac and Zia told me didn’t come close to having the same effect.
“Well, the guy doesn’t know the meaning of territorial yet,” I threatened.
The room went silent as I thought about it a second longer. “Okay. Deal.”
One more failed covert look passed between them before a prompt change of subject.
“What do you want me to tell my father?” Isaac said to Zia.
Zia looked over at me and then at Isaac, suspiciously. I somehow got the distinct impression that the gears in her head were working overtime, probably coming up with ideas they shouldn’t.
“I can go sit with Aramei now,” she said, “if you’ll keep Adria company.”
Isaac looked slightly panicked. Me? Well, of course I was perfectly at ease, if you call a fly in a spider’s web, at ease.
“Zia, not a good idea right now,” said Isaac.
I didn’t think it was either (really I did), but he didn’t have to say it aloud like that. I wondered how many more times in one night this guy could offend me.
“Of course it is,” Zia insisted harmoniously. “Besides, maybe if Rachel sees you hanging around some other girl, she’ll get the hint.”
“Xavier took care of her for me,” said Isaac.
“Oh?” said Zia with an inquisitive raised brow.
Isaac smirked and that was the end of that conversation.
Unfortunately.
“I’ll be back in a few,” Zia said to me.
“Well, I really can’t stay too long,” I said. “Maybe another hour or so, but I’ll need a ride back home soon.”
“It’s cool,” Zia said. “I’m just going to help put Aramei to sleep. It won’t take long.”
Obviously, Aramei was a child. I thought to myself how Trajan must be a busy man in the sack.
And then Zia left us alone in her room together, and while I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, twiddling my thumbs in my head, I wondered how I went from being turned off by Isaac, back to the irritating infatuation. Could my willpower really be that powerless?
“Come on,” Isaac said with the gesture of his hand. “I’ll take you to meet everybody.”
Quietly, I debated which would be worse: going downstairs to be stared at like something filthy and threatening, or stay up in Zia’s room alone with Isaac and surrounded by awkwardness.
“Ummm, sure.”
To my relief, there weren’t as many people downstairs as before and the crazy-looking one, Rachel, was gone. But the looks I got were all the same, except for the curly-haired slender girl sitting on the end of the couch. Her smile made me a little more comfortable. “Don’t go into the back room,” she said grinning up at Isaac. “Xavier’s in there with Rachel.” She had a heavy English accent.
She stood and extended her hand to me then. “Daisy Mayfair,” she introduced herself so cordially.
“Adria Dawson.” I happily shook her hand, trying to erase the random sexual images implanted in my head by her comment about Rachel and Isaac’s brother.
Isaac turned my attention to others sitting on the couch. “That’s Jason and next to him is my other brother, Seth and Seth’s...girlfriend, Naomi.”
“You already know Damien and Dwarf.”
I smiled in response.
“And here comes Nathan,” Isaac added looking toward the foyer.
Nathan was tall, with short, dark hair and dark eyes to match. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t at all place where I’d seen him before.
“I’d be next in line to inherit the throne if he wasn’t in the way,” Isaac joked about Nathan.
Nathan balled his huge fists and jokingly punched at the air toward Isaac’s face.
“Don’t be so harsh, little brother,” Nathan said, tossing his arm around Isaac’s shoulder. “You know the second oldest is where all the action’s at.
“Yep,” Zia answered, “You can say Ashe is your sister’s very territorial boyfriend.”
It was funny how referring to him as Alex’s boyfriend triggered an immediate retaliative rage in me, but everything else Isaac and Zia told me didn’t come close to having the same effect.
“Well, the guy doesn’t know the meaning of territorial yet,” I threatened.
The room went silent as I thought about it a second longer. “Okay. Deal.”
One more failed covert look passed between them before a prompt change of subject.
“What do you want me to tell my father?” Isaac said to Zia.
Zia looked over at me and then at Isaac, suspiciously. I somehow got the distinct impression that the gears in her head were working overtime, probably coming up with ideas they shouldn’t.
“I can go sit with Aramei now,” she said, “if you’ll keep Adria company.”
Isaac looked slightly panicked. Me? Well, of course I was perfectly at ease, if you call a fly in a spider’s web, at ease.
“Zia, not a good idea right now,” said Isaac.
I didn’t think it was either (really I did), but he didn’t have to say it aloud like that. I wondered how many more times in one night this guy could offend me.
“Of course it is,” Zia insisted harmoniously. “Besides, maybe if Rachel sees you hanging around some other girl, she’ll get the hint.”
“Xavier took care of her for me,” said Isaac.
“Oh?” said Zia with an inquisitive raised brow.
Isaac smirked and that was the end of that conversation.
Unfortunately.
“I’ll be back in a few,” Zia said to me.
“Well, I really can’t stay too long,” I said. “Maybe another hour or so, but I’ll need a ride back home soon.”
“It’s cool,” Zia said. “I’m just going to help put Aramei to sleep. It won’t take long.”
Obviously, Aramei was a child. I thought to myself how Trajan must be a busy man in the sack.
And then Zia left us alone in her room together, and while I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, twiddling my thumbs in my head, I wondered how I went from being turned off by Isaac, back to the irritating infatuation. Could my willpower really be that powerless?
“Come on,” Isaac said with the gesture of his hand. “I’ll take you to meet everybody.”
Quietly, I debated which would be worse: going downstairs to be stared at like something filthy and threatening, or stay up in Zia’s room alone with Isaac and surrounded by awkwardness.
“Ummm, sure.”
To my relief, there weren’t as many people downstairs as before and the crazy-looking one, Rachel, was gone. But the looks I got were all the same, except for the curly-haired slender girl sitting on the end of the couch. Her smile made me a little more comfortable. “Don’t go into the back room,” she said grinning up at Isaac. “Xavier’s in there with Rachel.” She had a heavy English accent.
She stood and extended her hand to me then. “Daisy Mayfair,” she introduced herself so cordially.
“Adria Dawson.” I happily shook her hand, trying to erase the random sexual images implanted in my head by her comment about Rachel and Isaac’s brother.
Isaac turned my attention to others sitting on the couch. “That’s Jason and next to him is my other brother, Seth and Seth’s...girlfriend, Naomi.”
“You already know Damien and Dwarf.”
I smiled in response.
“And here comes Nathan,” Isaac added looking toward the foyer.
Nathan was tall, with short, dark hair and dark eyes to match. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t at all place where I’d seen him before.
“I’d be next in line to inherit the throne if he wasn’t in the way,” Isaac joked about Nathan.
Nathan balled his huge fists and jokingly punched at the air toward Isaac’s face.
“Don’t be so harsh, little brother,” Nathan said, tossing his arm around Isaac’s shoulder. “You know the second oldest is where all the action’s at.
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