As Cain looked over his shoulder at his brother, a pang of jealousy stabbed me in the chest. I didn’t want this man, and yet I did. I wanted him all for myself. The thought of him fucking someone else had my jaw clenching shut and my hands balling into fists as an insane possessiveness rose inside me. The other part of my brain screamed that they were planning on killing two girls, and it wasn’t normal to feel like this. But once more, there was no rationalizing with the emotions even though my brain attempted to war against them.

“I’m talkin’ watermelons, man. There are so many things I want to do to them. Oh, and I bought us a new toy to try out. You have to come. I picked them out specifically with you in mind.”

“Oh yeah, and why is that?” Cain took a small step away from me. My body shook as I watched them converse as if they were talking about a dinner menu.

“One of them has two different colored eyes,” Abel said as if he’d just found a winning lottery ticket. “You can’t resist that. I know you can’t.”

“I’m going to assume there is nothing I can say to change your mind and not do this?”

Cain turned to look at me, but it was Abel that spoke up.

“Whoa! What the fuck? Who the hell do you think you are, the fun police?” Abel laughed and wrapped his arm around Cain’s shoulders, but I wanted to snarl and snap at Abel. “My brother and I have a special bond. You better not be trying to come between that,” he said, and his eyes darkened as they looked me up and down.

“Leave her alone, Abel. I’ll come see what you got,” Cain said.

All I could picture was his dick in some other girl, and the anger I felt flaring inside me was white-hot. The sketch pad dropped to the ground with a slapping noise, and my eyes stared at the painting I’d created. Cain’s feet marched away, and I bit my lip to keep from calling him back. If there were an award for the most fucked up emotions, I would’ve taken first place.

Abel’s continuous talking could still be heard when he stepped out into whatever lay beyond the door. Cain stood holding the door, and our eyes locked, but just like that, he turned and left. My body shook with rage and sadness and... I didn’t know what else. How could I care more about him leaving me here to fuck someone else over the fact that more people were going to die?

Tears pricked at my eyes, and a soft sob escaped my lips. I didn’t even know who to cry for anymore, the girl I’d been or the one I wanted to become.

Chapter 27

CAIN