Sylvie’s head tilted back, her eyes widening in shock and anticipation. She was caught, and she knew it. I had her now.
Lights lit up the driveway and, a second later, tires crunched over the gravel as a car pulled in.
The spell broken, Sylvie stiffened and pulled away nervously.
“Are you expecting company?” I asked.
“N-no,” she said.
I was on my feet instantly.
Sylvie
I got to my feet without urgency. It was just a car, after all, not a tank crashing through the wall. Maybe it was Charlene, stopping by for a late-night visit, or another of my grandmother’s umpteen associates with something for me. It certainly didn’t reek of danger.
That didn’t stop Linc from putting himself between me and the corner of the house, where anyone from the car would come if they were sneaking around. Just like the night before, when he’d inserted himself between the forest and me.
Shielding me.
Only this time I didn’t need it. My gut wasn’t ringing out with danger. It was just a visitor.
I went to step around him, but his arm shot out, blocking me from moving around the side of the house to view the driveway.
“Wait,” he said.
“No,” I replied, grabbing his arm to move it, irritated at what I saw as an attempt to control my actions. “I don’t need your-“
My fingers gripped his forearm, and electricity shot up into my arm. Lincoln’s entire body went stiff, and he inhaled so fast and hard I could hear it even over the hammering of my heart.
What the hell? That’s twice now we’ve touched and this has happened.
My thoughts were interrupted by the car door opening as whoever it was got out. My eyebrows went up as the owner slammed it shut. The noise was loud and angry. I stayed where I was behind Lincoln as the person stomped up the front steps and proceeded to begin hammering at the door.
I still felt no imminent danger in my gut.
“Any ideas now?” Lincoln spoke quietly but without whispering. Not that there was much of a need over the sound of the door shaking in its frame.
“None.” I did question whether my instinct was working properly. How could there be no danger with someone pounding that angrily on the door? “But we should go inside.”
Together we slipped in through the back door and made our way toward the front of the house. I let Lincoln lead the way, just in case my danger sensewas malfunctioning.
“Whoever it is, I believe it is safe to say they are less than happy.” Lincoln frowned thoughtfully. “Have you made any enemies?”
“Enemies? Are you serious? Who do you think I am? Normal people don’t haveenemies
!”
“
Sylvie! I know you’re in there. Your car is here and the lights are on! Open the damn door right now!”
Lincoln looked at me quizzically. “No enemies, you say?”
My mouth was clamped down into thin line. “That motherfucker!”
Lincoln’s eyebrows hit the roof as I barged past him toward the door, ready to administer a verbal tongue lashing like never before. But before I got there, Linc was back, putting himself between me and the door and forcing me to come to a halt.
“Sylvie-“
I pointed my right index finger at him, and then without looking away, slowly pointed to the side, behind the door. My face did the talking.
Wordlessly, Lincoln moved aside.
“This is mine to deal with,” I said coldly.
Then I yanked open the door, catching Caidyn mid-knock. He jerked forward slightly off balance, but recovered quickly. He was wearing a dark-blue T-shirt and jeans. His hair was freshly cut and to my surprise, he’d started growing a beard, something he’d adamantly been against while we were together.
For some reason, the sight of him all put together threw me off. I’d been prepared for him to be a mess, but instead, he seemed to be doing the opposite. Was it all for me?
The initial shock wore off, and he opened his mouth.
“Shut up!” I barked before he could get a word in, my anger rekindling itself. “Turn around. Walk down the steps, get back in your car, and go away.
Now.”
Caidyn did not take being talked down to very well. His face turned red and his eyes bulged with shock and fury. A low growly sound bubbled up from his throat as he tried to recover.
To the side of the door, I could see Lincoln on high alert, ready to intercede if need be. But to his credit, he didn’t act without permission.
“I’m not leaving,” Caidyn said. “We have to talk about what happened.”
“Leave. Right now.” I pointed at the car, not acknowledging anything he said. Doing so would provide an opening for him to keep going. Right then, I just needed him gone.
If only I hadn’t slipped up and told him in text that I was out of town. Of course he would eventually realize I’d come here. He knew my grandmother was all I had left. I’d even brought him here with me several times.
“Sylvie, this is all a mistake,” he pleaded, ignoring my second order for him to leave me alone. “We can work this out. I promise. Just talk to me.”
“Go away!” I yelled. “I’m not anyone’s second choice, especially yours. If you wanted me, you shouldn’t have left me for your side piece. That isyour fault. Not mine. Now go away!”
I stepped back and flung the door shut in his face. Only it didn’t close. Caidyn stepped closer, shoving a foot to stop it. I pushed on the door to try to force him to retreat. Instead, Caidyn barged in, shoving the door hard enough that I stumbled back with a cry.
And then Lincoln was there. Huge, hulking, and silent, he blocked Caidyn from taking a single step inside my grandmother’s house. No words were exchanged. Lincoln just stood menacingly.
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