Eziah glares at me, holding my gaze when Jonah grips his shoulder in a silent warning. I am barely holding myself together and if he is not careful, I will show him how minuscule his power is compared to what I can harness.
“Eziah, give her to him,” Jonah whispers, squeezing his shoulder. With one last glance down at his sister in his arms, he sighs and passes her back to me.
“My magic has no effect on her. She is my twin. Your magic did this,” he growls. I shake my head. “Mine can’t touch her. We are twin flames. Gemini twins are one and the same,” he snarls.
“I know, but it wasn’t mine. The magic she used wasn’t my father’s either,” I tell him, cutting him off. He looks down at her before looking at me, disbelieving. Like he thinks I would intentionally hurt her. I want to punch him, and my anger ignites once again.
“Let’s just get her home,” Jonah says, gripping my shoulders, his chest brushing my back as he squeezes them. His worry makes mine worse, yet his closeness seems to calm the anger coursing through me, and I nod my head, needing to get away from this prick.
“I’m coming with you,” Eziah says. I go to shake my head, but he growls. “I am staying with my sister, or she comes with me,” Eziah snaps, his eyes burning brightly in a warning. Yet, his warning doesn’t frighten me.
“We may need him,” Jonah whispers next to me, and, being the voice of reason, Kaif argues the same thing. Looking down at her, my eyes darken.
“Fine,” I snap, walking off toward the fire escape to walk down to the parking garage. I will take the stairs. I am never getting into an elevator again.
Jonah
Something has spooked Kyan. Whatever he witnessed, it frightened him. I know not to ask, not while Eziah is sitting next to me. I glance at Kyan in the rear vision mirror. Mara is on his lap, cradled to his chest, while he whispers to her. His magic slowly returns, and I can feel Kaif’s presence returning stronger as I pull up out the front of the manor.
Getting out of the car, I grab Mara’s bag. She dropped it inside the elevator, and I pull it over my shoulder before moving quickly to open the back door. Kyan climbs out with her, still clutching her tightly.
Eziah climbs out of the passenger side and looks up at the dark mansion. Kyan glances over his shoulder at him, and his lips pull back over his upper teeth, revealing his sharp, deadly canines. He forces his attention back to Mara and adjusts his grip on her, helping him. I rest her head against his shoulder as he places her legs around his waist, his arm under her ass as she slouches forward against him.
Eziah walks around the car, ignoring Kyan’s growing anger. I can tell he doesn’t want to be here, but I also know he isn’t going anywhere until he knows Mara is alright.
Kyan walks toward the house, flicking his wrist as his power returns and every light in the house turns on, lighting it up like a candle in the dark. Rushing ahead of him, I unlock the door and push it open, stepping aside and letting him pass me. Eziah walks in behind him. Kyan heads straight for the stairs.
“Just remember whose house you’re in, Eziah. Piss me off; I have plenty of places to bury your body,” Kyan snarls at him as he walks up the steps toward our room.
Turning, I face Eziah, who stares after him, his eyes glaring daggers into Kyan. I smack his shoulder, drawing his attention away from my mates. “You need to tone it down a few notches,” I growl as he returns his gaze to Kyan’s back, climbing the last few steps to the first floor.
“Tone it down? He fucking started it,” Eziah retorts.
“No, you did when you killed his uncle so cruelly. I get you had your reasons, and I am glad we have her back, but he has lost everything and everyone close to him, and you act like what you did has no effect on him at all!”
“What else was I supposed to do?” Eziah argues. “Kill you? Let her fucking die!”
I shove him. Sick of his bratty attitude, he bangs into the hall stand. “Fucking apologize. You don’t have to be a dick about it. Now knock it off,” I warn him.
“Then tell him to give her to me, and I will fucking leave,” Eziah snaps, but so does Jax as he lurches forward, taking control of my body. My hands are suddenly around his throat, my grip tight as I pin him against the wall.
Eziah glares at Jax, and I force control back, earning me a growl from my wolf for shoving him back. Eziah smirks when I take back control, and I am half tempted to let him go a few rounds with Jax for it.
“You are nothing but an entitled brat sometimes. For once, get your head out of your ass. Hating him gets you nowhere, Eziah. It only hurts Marabella, and if it came down to choosing? I would pick the mate bond over you, and I know Mara would too, so get it together or lose her. Kyan isn’t your fucking enemy. He’s her fucking mate!”
“And I’m her brother!” he snarls.
“Yeah, you are, so I don’t want Kyan to fucking kill you because you can’t keep your fucking mouth shut for once. Your snarky comments aren’t needed here,” I tell him, shoving him back.
“I was trying to help him!” Eziah says as I head for the stairs.
“Then help and stop being a jerk,” I tell him, walking up the steps. Kaif suddenly comes forward through the bond, and I feel him take over Kyan.