“But what if I lose her?” he suddenly whispers.
A grin that forces its way on my face, along with the murderous spark that dances before my vision. “Then you hunt down the bastards that touched her.” Eziah stares at me.
“No one should be forced to live like that. If what you are seeing is real, you need to stop it even if it ends there,” I tell him.
He glances around as if the answer to his prayers is somewhere near, but as soon as he realizes it isn’t, Eziah sighs and nods. “Fine, I will tell her,” he whispers and returns this gaze to mine.
If not more, at least now I know he has taken my words seriously, and he isn’t saying this just to put my mind at ease. I offer him a weak smile and slap my hand on his shoulder. “Good, come on then, let’s find this sister of mine. Then we can focus on finding your mate.”
His eyes widen again as he gasps out, “You want to help?”
I shrug. “We may not see eye to eye, but we are still family. Family help each other,” I tell him and gently squeeze his shoulder.
“You seemed pretty pissed off about me getting involved with Mara and Kyan. Even though she is my family,” he says.
I roll my eyes and huff. “Yes, because you all treat her differently.”
“I don’t,” Eziah argues, raising a challenging eyebrow at me. There it is, the little shit is back, goodbye insane-sane Eziah, who was actually nice to talk to.
“You do, Eziah.” I let go of him, take a step back, and stare at him. “None of you realized she was hurting, but then Kyan fucks up once, and suddenly, you all want to be there for her? Did you forget that none of you were there for her before that happened? Then, you dare to upset her more when she voiced how she felt, and don’t think I forgot what you said to her at the house.” I lay it out for him to take in.
“That wasn’t my intention. I love my sister. Kyan isn’t good for her, and I didn’t mean what I said. I was just angry she chose his side. Kyan is bad news, I mean it. I have seen it.” He forces the last part through gritted teeth.
I wonder if we’re talking about the same person. The same person as in my best friend, Kyan. Because if we are, he sure as shit hasn’t seen it yet. If anyone, I am the one who has been there for the better and worse, and I can tell you now everyone is wrong about this entire Marabella Kyan situation; including Kyan.
I cross my arms in front of my chest. “Oh, really? Isn’t it funny how you are the brother of the year and suddenly, you can see her entire relationship with Kyan, while you couldn’t see how your own friends treated her? Isn’t it convenient to be blind when it fits you best?”
Eziah frowns. “What are you talking about?”
I scoff. Is he seriously in this much denial? “Were you all that blind?”
“Mara never told us,” Eziah defends himself.
“We didn’t know. You do not know how hard she is to read! Not even mom can get a grasp on her or me. We have both tried, but when we tried to look, all we got was a blank slate,” he states as if it was an excuse good enough to write off his own mistreatment of his sister.
Sure, leave it to Eziah, the golden son of the Moon Goddess, to twist and turn everything until all odds are in his favor. And he still fucking wonders why he couldn’t read Mara? Fucking pathetic.
I shake my head, still holding the same stance as previously. “She shouldn’t have had to. It was obvious. Did you know she was cutting herself for years?”
Now, we’re getting somewhere. The question seems to have moved something in him as Eziah looks away and refuses to meet my eyes. “I heard. We all just thought she was depressed because of the darkness. She kept it from all of us, just like Kyan has been hiding everything from you. You think he is good for her, but he is the death of her?”
“Hiding what, Kaif?” I chuckle. Yeah, that beast isn’t exactly that tiny to be easily hidden away from everyone. Just because my best friend chose to keep his secret with the majority of people doesn’t mean he didn’t share it at all.
Eziah’s eyes snap back to mine as he gasps, “You know he is, Lycan?”
I chuckle at the look on his face. “Of course, I know. How do you know?”
“I saw it, the day of the Alpha challenge. That’s why I escaped mom. He will kill her, Jonah,” Eziah takes a step closer to me, as if less distance between us will convince me he’s right.
It might be one of his tricks he can use on his friends, or someone who actually fears him, but it won’t work on me. Right now, he is trying to convince me about something he imagines and I know isn’t right. Kyan and I have been best friends for years. We grew up together, and even Kaif, that furry fucker, has grown on me.
“He won’t. Kyan is aware of what Kaif is capable of,” I state.
“So he told you he killed her? I saw it, Jonah. I saw it all. She was in his arms. It looked like he strangled her to death-” I raise my hand to stop him from talking.
What he is saying right now sounds suspiciously similar to what Kyan once described to me. I believe it was one of his visions, the very reason why he kept pushing himself away from Mara and feared Kaif might get out.