MAX’s POV
“Let’s get one thing straight. You are both going to die tonight. But not before I get answers from you.”
Her gaze directed at me.
Along with her slender sharp finger with razor sharp nails.
Never have I been scared stiff by somebody. Let alone a girl. I didn’t know what I did wrong to cause this reaction from her. Yes I did try to stop her from killing Ryan but if he died now then she would have blown our cover and never have gotten revenge on Albert.
But I also had a feeling that was only part of it.
I swallowed some of my fear and looked directly in her eyes.
Which I really wish I didn’t do. because now I was trapped in the gun metal gaze that had a red purple ring around her iris that X told me about.
I thought he was joking around when he warned me to be careful of her anger because her looks could literally kill a man.
And when I walked into the house with her holding a gun pointing at Ryans head I almost let her go.
After all that asshole did things no brother could forgive for doing things to his sister.
“I want you to explain this.”
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and shoved it towards me.
I opened it up and was shocked with what I saw.
“Where did you get this?” I whispered lowly. It was from the envelope up stairs in my draw. I have been carrying it around for 4 years.
“I should be asking you!” Her voice gruff with anger.
I looked over to Ryan who was obviously wearing my pants that were to big for him and I could feel my anger rising.
She shouldn’t be snooping around.
“I deleted all those images years ago there should be no traces of them. how did you find them.”
The purple in her eyes was becoming more permanent but it was dull.
“You will betray the agency for a photo graph?” I replied. Faking the confidence in my eyes and voice. I knew she would. And killing me would come with consequences but not getting kicked out but that’s only because she’s a queen. And boy did she fit the role perfectly for the queen of spades.
“Yes as a matter of fact I would. tell me this is your last chance or I’ll shoot you.” she was acting innocently.
She wouldn’t dare.
I glared at her in a manner saying I would do something if she did it.
Bang.
My left leg was shot with a silver bullet through the mussel completely missing anything vital.
“Your lucky I’m a bad shot.”
She smiled looking at the black pistol in her hands.
We both knew she wasn’t a bad shot. I mean I did see her shorting in the arena and the fact that that shot was a meaning of speech saying try me
“I was given them.” I answered placing my finger over the bullet hole to stop the bleeding so my body could mould back together in a few minutes.
“By who?” She ordered
I didn’t answer making her shoot me in the other leg mussel only closer to the main artery.
I got ready to charge at her before she aimed for another shot when she spoke.
“Ok then let’s play a game I ask a question and you answer, then you ask a question and I will answer. You like that game don’t you?”
I could tell she wasn’t finish.
“Only there’s another rule if you don’t answer I’ll shoot you and if I don’t answer I’ll shoot you again.”
What kind of game was that? A evil smile played at her lips. Nodding her head towards me as if it’s my turn to go.
Instead of charging straight away at her like I should have I was idiotic enough to play.
“Why are you angry about the photo”
Bad idea. Shouldn’t have asked that. Her dark aura became darker as she aimed for my jewels. And it was to late to make a move sitting there in shock as the gun clicked back ready for another shot that would real my life I couldn’t have been more shocked and happy for the delay when Ryan yelled.
“Taylor. Stop please!!”
At that moment we both stopped.
Her eyes went as black as the most evil soul, the only life in them was the glowing ring that began to become vibrant.
But I wasn’t interested in that. It was the fact that he callied her Taylor.
The photo.
Her eyes.
Her voice.
Could it be.
No she’s dead, sam gave me the photos to me as a sick joke when I came back to save her.
“You want to know why that photo matters so much?” She whispered.
I could barely hear her over my own thoughts.
It can’t be. Jess is dead.
“Because that girl is someone I’d rather not know. That girl is part of my past. That girl let her parents die and was to weak to save her brother, that girl was a weak, stupid, ugly, disgusting excuse for a human being let alone werewolf.”
She yelled.
I let out a furious growl trying to shut her up. My sister was not any of those things. but she kept going.
“She was a lonely frightened girl who let people take what ever they wanted from her! Her life her family-”
Her voice was still yelling. Tears at the ends of her eyes. Tears of anger.
“STOP IT! ”
I tried yelling above her but she kept going.
“Her innocents, her rights, her life, her happiness-”
She was getting louder and louder.
Ryan was frozen in fear as she picked up the gun and threw it at me.
I dodged it a second to late and it hit me in the temple.
I finally lost it when she said
“She didn’t deserve to live.”
Cutting her off I let my own deadly aura slip out.
“HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW? HOW COULD YOU KNOW HOW SHE FELT? OR WAS? HUH YOU DISGUST ME AS WOLF AND HUMAN PICKING ON THE WEEK!”
she shut up then. She caught me in her gaze that to my surprise was full of pain and suffering. They weren’t hard like before but soft.
My sister is dead. It can’t be her.
“Because I am her.”
My heart stopped and everything knitted together.
My.. Sister is alive.
“J is that really you.”
I was crying now streams running down my face.
Her expression went hard again as she watched the tears go down.
She was far more distant now. She didn’t know who I was.
How could she I looked far more different than 6 years ago.
“It’s me Jeffery your brother!” I screamed in joy ignoring her shocked expression walking to embrace her.
The happiness flooding around me washed over her making her aura drop a little.
My cheeks ached from smiling so wide and my eyes were blurry.
Her aura dropped from the depths of the devil. To just nasty. But bare able
She just store at me before whispering.
“You are not my brother.” And she ran up the stairs into her room.
Leaving me with another shattered heart once again.