She Can't Die

7. I can do anything better than you.

I can do anything better than you.

Ethan strides into the room, oozing confidence, as if it's something he does daily. In reality yesterday was probably the first and only time he's stepped foot into my little sanctuary. He's got on sweats and a tight under top, that leaves little to the imagination. His hair is sticking up at odd angles, messy but somehow he makes even bed head work. I can tell by the hair, slightly glassy eyes, and the red marks on his cheek that he's only just woken up. It'd be cute if it wasn't for the accusing glare he was throwing my way.

Shit. I guess he's pissed about yesterday. Is he going to kick me out? Now I've had sleep, I know it's time for some ground control. I don't know what I'd been thinking coming back here like that last night. What an idiot. I try a small smile, hoping he will see the apology in my eyes. He glares harder in response. Plan one. Failed.

He turns his attention to Cade, but instead of the wary look people tend to get when facing the big guy, Ethan's eyes darken, tightening at the edges. He doesn't seem terrified, or ready to back out of the room slowly. I can't tell what he's thinking, but somehow I don't think it's good. I let out a puff of breath, and try to attempt to relieve some of the tension now filling the small space. My rooms not exactly tiny, but with these boys things tend to look smaller no matter what.

I clear my throat, and go for introductions. "Ethan, this is my friend Cade. Cade, Ethan." There, that was normal enough, right? Cade snorts. Which earns him a slap to the back of the head by yours truly. He smirks, one side of his mouth tilting up, yet I can see his eyes are still serious.

"Ethan." Cade acknowledges, doing a slight tilt of his head in hello.

"Cade." Ethan grunts, teeth clenched.

It almost seems as if they know each other. I watch their interaction, flicking my eyes back and forth. Cade is still smirking, looking extra cocky, and he shifts his body slightly closer to mine. Ethan glares watching the show and then takes a step forward, jaw grinding. I almost expect them to drop their pants and compare other things. It's like they have unfinished business.

That's when I realise they DO know each other. My awkwardness turns to pissed pretty quick. I doubt Ethan knew I was close with Cade, but Cade most certainly knew I lived with Ethan. He's dropped me off hundreds of times after a gathering or hunt. Oh yeah, shits about to get real.

I drag in air through my nose, so I don't kill him right here on my bed. Sneaky fucker, keeping this a secret. He always went on about how I lived with "boys" and he knew Ethan all along? I know that certain things are personal and not the business of anyone but the individual. This was not one of those things. These are the people I live with, aka; My business. I clench my fists, creating crunching cracks as the air between bones pop. I let out my breath, nice and slow.

Cade glances at me when he hears the sound, or maybe he feels the heated rage emanating from my body, and when he sees my expression turns to face my completely. His smirk drops. "Ah, shit."

I wait. Nothing. My head twitches to the side. Yes, twitches. Is he seriously not going to tell me? Grinding my teeth together I force out the words. "Explain." My brows raise, pointedly.

He doesn't try to play dumb to what I'm asking. Smart choice that. Cade scratches the back of his neck, and grunts. A grunt is no answer. He knows this. I wait.

"He works at one of the garages. Hangs at the old pig." He finally says, all in one breath like somehow if he's quite things will be forgiven. His hand dragging down his face as he speaks, as if that will hide him somehow. The 'Old pig' is a local bar the Cade's group basically live in. Interesting, real fucking interesting. "Case, listen..." He starts but I raise a hand, my face now blank, void of expression. I feel betrayed somehow.

"How long?" I ask him, voice calm, collected. He knows what I'm asking. How long has Ethan been "hanging" at the old pig? How long has Cade known? How long has he been lying to me? Secrets. Secrets. Secrets. My life is filled to the brim with them, so you might think I'd be more understanding about this. But those secrets are unavoidable, life and death, survival. This? This is pure and utter bull.

A tick in Cade's neck shows how his own mood is taking a turn. Cade does not like attitude, from anyone. Tough shit. "Round two and a half months." He grunts out, teeth grinding, stretching out the s at the end of months. 

I actually jerk my head back in shock. Two months? Two fucking months? I cant believe it. The bitter taste in my mouth, and acid in my stomach, makes everything feel that much worse.

Hey guys!!!! Been a while since I've been able to post!!! Had a lot going on at home but trying to get back into the flow of writing now!! Hope you liked the latest chapter!! Xxxxx