Courting Tragedy

Courting Tragedy 11

Chapter 11

They both stared at me, confusion and shock on their faces. I looked down at my hands, avoiding their eyes.

"Emory, there's no way that you're our sister. None at all. Even if you look alike and you have the same birthday." Gage said firmly, seeming to reassure himself more than me.

"And your names are similar," Logan added.

I looked over to him. "What was her name?"

"Emily." He replied, his face darkening at the simple mention of her name.

I thought quietly for a moment. It would be simple for a 16 year old in a traumatized stage to be confused into thinking her name was Emory instead of Emily. Could... Could I be their sister?

My face burned at the thoughts I'd been having about Gage; if I was their sister, I'd never be able to be with him. Hell, I'd never be with him anyways.

"No." Gage snapped. "She is not our sister." His eyes were burning, with what I couldn't tell, and I wasn't sure I wanted to.

"G, you have to consider it. Anythings possible." Logan said softly as he tried in vain to calm his brother down.

"It is not her." He enunciated slowly.

Logan sighed. "There's only one way to truly know. Does she carry the mark?"

Gage's cheeks reddened. "I haven't checked. You know Emily's mark was in an awkward location."

Logan stared at him and then me before he started clapping enthusiastically.

"What?" Gage asked suspiciously.

"I honestly thought you'd already had your way with her. Good job controlling yourself."

I stared at him incredulously. They'd lost me at the first mention of a 'mark', but I knew what Logan meant. He thought that Gage had banged me. I was stuck somewhere between hurt, embarrassed, and angry. So, in other words, he thought I was a slut. He thought I was easy, willing to have sex with Gage when we'd only just met.

Well, I had news for him; I have far too much self respect for that. I opened my mouth to tell Logan exactly what I thought of his comment, but Gage beat me to it.

His eyes, normally such a brilliant silver, turned black and he snarled. Logan literally cowered, pressing against the couch as if he wished he could sink through it and disappear.

"How dare you! To be so crude as to accuse me of womanizing her, much less in her presence!" He floated a few inches into the air, his whole form vibrating.

I didn't know what else to do, and I didn't really know what I was doing, but I knew that if I didn't calm him down, he'd be planning a memorial and a funeral.

Stepping over to him, I put my hand on his arm and pressed him back to the floor. Burning shot through my arm like fire coursing through my veins, but I didn't let go. The second I touched him, his eyes changed back and he looked at me as if he was in a daze.

"Chill out," I said through gritted teeth, fighting the burning under my skin. All of my previous anger was gone as I tried to keep him from ripping his brother to shreds.

"I'm chilled," He replied somewhat dreamily.

I looked from him to Logan, who was still cowering on the couch, and then back to him. "Is he usually like this?"

"No... I've never seen him regain composure so quickly before." He whispered, his eyes wide.

I sighed and pulled away. "I'm going back to the room and taking a shower. You two will stay down here and talk it out. When you're done being all macho and acting like you're king of the world, come find me."