Although I didn’t need scary movies to be scared, did I?
I just need to look around and assess my life.
I pound my fist on the door and Laz opens it.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“Don’t get pissy with me. It’s raining and cold and I’m coming inside.”
“Says who?” Laz asks.
He puts a hand out like that’s going to stop me.
“Excuse me?” I ask. “I’m a fuckingHeir. This is my place as much as it is yours.”
“You chose otherwise,” Laz says. “You chose to live with theThorns.”
“So, what, you get one time to make a choice and that’s it?” I ask.
Well, probably. Look at Archer. He’s supposed to be an Heir but he chose to be a Savage…
Laz smirks at me.
“Who’s at the door this late?”
Gabriel appears next to Laz.
He eyes me up and down.
He scoffs.
“Fuck yourself,” I spat. “Let me in to see Cullen or else.”
“Or else what?” Gabriel asks.
I lift my right pant leg again and grab for my knife.
With the press of a button, the blade pops up.
“A knife,” Laz says.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Cullen’s voice booms.
“You have a visitor,” Gabriel says.
They move out of the way and I see Cullen approaching.
“Jaci,” Cullen says.
He smiles.
“Hope I’m not intruding,” I say. “Apparently I chose to be aThorn.”
Cullen looks at both Laz and Gabriel.
They each shrug their shoulders.
Fucking pricks.