I barely shut my eyes and prepare to fall into death deep sleep when my alarm blares.
All I can do is snarl and growl like a grumpy old fuck.
“Ah fuck! This is ridiculous, Jonah! It’s already been two bloody weeks and we have still not found her!” Eziah snarls next to me.
Wait, does this bitch think he has the right to snarl and act like he’s tired? He is tired?!
I let another growl slip from my lips, but this time, Jax joins me, just as annoyed with Eziah. “What is ridiculous is the fact you keep waking me up. I was having an awesome dream, and you… You fucking ruined it all!” I snap at Eziah as I sit up.
He rolls his eyes at me. God, this little shit! “What was so awesome about it?” He glances at me, and I wonder if he’s asking only to distract me from the anger I feel.
My eyes follow his movements as Eziah runs his hand through his wet hair, clearly a little nervous. Ah, maybe he did realize I would have killed him if it weren’t for Jax and his sudden need to wake up.
Since I can’t fight his annoying presence in any other way, I decide it’s best if I tell him the truth. A sly grin spreads across my lips as I turn my head and look Eziah in the eyes. “It was about your sister, my dick, her mouth-”
I’m more than ready to share some more details with him, but Eziah stops me by smacking me in the head with his goddamn pillow. What the fuck does he have inside it – an entire brick building? Sure as hell feels like that. I swear, his pillow has secrets deeper than a woman’s purse.
A shiver runs down my spine at the thought, while Eziah stares at me with a disgusted look crossing his face. “What did I say about talking shit about my sister?” he growls at me.
I grin even wider and shrug. “Well, you asked. What was that saying… hmm… Oh, right – ask and you shall receive. All I did was answer your question. No need to act like a needy bitch in heat.” I wink at him.
I get the lack of sleep and he gets some delightful moments to discuss the dreams I’m having about his wonderful sister. Not my problem if he can’t stomach the truth.
Eziah replies to my sarcasm with a growl. I almost expect something more, but when a miserable groan leaves his lips, I know I won the battle. Don’t worry, buddy, I will win the war too.
He shakes his head. “I give up, Jonah. It’s been too long already. I say we call it. Time of death, whatever your phone says.” Eziah waves his hand.
“She is not dead!” I snap back at him.
Eziah just shrugs, and I kind of understand his frustration. I mean, he can’t understand mine, because the motherfucker has gotten a decent amount of sleep after all. But honestly, it seems like we are wasting our time here. It’s been damn weeks since we entered the forest for the search and yet, there is still no sign of her. Not even a footprint or a piece of clothing – nothing.
I bring my hand to my chin and tap it with one finger, just to look like I’m deep in thought. While I do, Eziah looks at me like I hold the answers to any question that might pop into his mind.
An idea pops into mine, and I grin. “Well, if you would get these supposed gifts working, instead of fingering your asshole, we would have found her by now.” I shoot him another wink.
“Dude,” Eziah growls and sucks in a deep breath. He holds it for a moment, as if he needs to gather some goddamn patience. Why don’t you go outside and gather some mushrooms instead, smarty pants? I’m about to reply with something extra saucy when he takes my moment to shine and speaks. “I already told you I got nothing. And the lack of sleep is taking its toll,” he growls.
This. Little. Shit. The audacity!
I roll my eyes. “Don’t whine to me about lack of sleep unless you want to tell me why you wake up at all hours of the night, screaming like a damn banshee. Eziah, you do it at all bloody hours, throughout the goddamn night, for fuck’s sake. If you won’t tell me, I don’t want to hear about your lack of sleep!” I snap at him.
I stand up, more than ready to get out of the tent and leave little miss ‘scream my head’ off behind.
“Nevermind,” Eziah finally mutters. I look at him over my shoulder and he’s already tugging on a shirt. I frown as I try to read his facial expression. For once, I almost break out in laughter as Eziah clutches his shirt and brings it to his nose to take a good whiff of it. As soon as the stench hits his nostrils, he pulls a face.
His eyes narrow as he glares at me. “I thought you did the washing the other day.”
I chuckle. Fuck, this is significantly better than any revenge I could think of. Unintentional game with lady karma over here. I nod my head.”Yeah, my washing. Do I look like your laundry lady?”
Eziah’s frown deepens. Clearly, he isn’t happy with me. Honestly, the frustration he has brought over my existence is even fucking worse. The somewhat amused mood fades, and once again, is replaced by pure annoyance. “Do it yourself,” I snap at him and move to undo the tent zip.
Once it’s open, I step out. Barely, but I hear Eziah. “Prick,” he mutters.
“Asshole!” I call back.
I force my hands into the pockets of my pants and stride off towards Casen. He’s already awake, making some coffee over the fire. Good, at least there is one decent person in this hell.
“Bro, have you ever slept? Do you have any idea how sleep works, aside from the concept that is described in the books?” I ask him, a little worried about his sanity.
He doesn’t answer, just stares back at the fire. “I know she is close; I can feel her,” Casen whispers. I feel like he’s talking to fire, like he is trying to find answers in that flame, and not holding a conversation with me.
I shake my head, unsure of what to say anymore. All I can do is repeat the same thing I’ve been saying for the entire time of our search. “We will find her,” I tell him as I sit on the log around the camp. I fucking hope we find her soon. Mom is struggling with her absence. We all are. As much as my brat sister pisses me off, she is another constant playing on my damn mind and I would do anything for her.