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Heroes are idiots. That's the way it was and always will be. They mistake stupidity for courage and weakness for kindness but, I wouldn't make that mistake. No, I wa...
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I crack up, laughing louder than I should have. "S-so Father sent you here?"
My brother hides a smile. Yep, Denim. In all his blue-eyed, dark-hair, I'm-too-cool-for-you aura glory. "I think he was just done with me. Who knew all it would take is 23 failed deal- I mean marriages to get the job done?" he boasts, calling my father out.
Only Denim could do that. I wasn't sure if it had anything to do with him being male or first-born. I couldn't care less. Not being under the spotlight was the one thing I loved about my family.
I smile. It's nice having him back. I can't help as my thoughts wander to Storm. What's he doing right now? Could he be thinking about me?
"Who're you thinking about? And before you lie, don't forget who I am. Denim, your super cool, I-know-when-you're-lying older brother," he says, raising his eyebrow. Leave it to Denim to never leave a chance to compliment himself.
I make a face. "Older doesn't mean wiser. Especially in this case," I say, with the fakest innocent smile I can manage.
"Sure..."
"Anyway, how long are you staying?" I ask.
"Not sure, until Marcus decides I'm worth another try. I'd say three weeks maximum. Why? Sick of me already," he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
I push him. "Yes," I say. "And there's no way in shitty hell you're staying here."
Shit. I have to tell him about Storm. Can a lightning bolt from the skies strike me now? Pretty please.
"Yes, I am. Marcus's orders. He wants to make sure there aren't any shady boys in your life," he says, teasing me.
I push him playfully, making him fall off the bed, laughing. "Bullshit. You want to make sure there aren't any shady boys in my life."
"Maybe I do. Is there anyone you want to tell me about, daughter?" he says, suggestively.
"You're so weird."
"Shaddup."
"Seriously though-," I start when a knock comes at the door. "Hold on."
I swear to freaking holy-whatevers if it's Storm...
I open the door and make a face when I see who it is. "Storm."
"Blaise," he says, his eyes meeting mine.
I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding in. Without another thought, I wrap my hands around him in a hug.
He's surprised at first. Probably wondering why I'm not murdering him. That's next.
He wraps his hands around me in a moment though, with a smile.
"Darling, I don't like to be kept waiting," a high-pitched voice calls from inside the room.
