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F O U R T E E N : P R E T E N D E R

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F O U R T E E N : P R E T E N D E R

As soon as I portal into my loft, I feel his presence. I muster up all my courage and immediately change my personality so he doesn't catch on.

I turn around and Jason is sitting at the futon, casually looking through one of Skye's Teen magazine. He doesn't speak but continues to read whatever article intrigued him. When he's done, he sighs deeply and sits it down on the coffee table.

When he stands up. I can feel him towering over me from across the tiny room. I'm not afraid of him, even though he's nearly a foot taller than me. I know deep down he won't kill me because he still needs me for something. As far as he knows, I'm still on his side and he's going to use that to his advantage for as long as he can. He walks up to me and puts his hand on my cheek. I try desperately not to flinch away and continue to smile sweetly up at him. When he grins down at me, I try not to grab my blades that are hidden beneath my leather jacket and cut his throat.

"Well dear sister, I like your place. I'm quite upset you never invited me over when you moved out," he pouts but I can tell he's mocking me. Why he's bringing this up now when I moved out almost three weeks ago, worries me. Fuck does he know?

"So why did you move out? It was quite sudden," he moves his hand further up to my hair and pulls gently, causing my head to roll back. "You wouldn't be hiding something from me now would you?" he looks at me with curiosity and I'm sure he doesn't know anything. At least I hope. No, the way Jason is, he's just trying to rile me up so that I'll confess my most kept secrets to him. His attempt at interrogating me won't work. I mean, he should know better. He's the one that taught me how to ace a lie detector or truth serum.

"Never brother," I smile up at him as casually as I can. "I just needed my own place. I can't live with my big brother for the rest of my life."

He considers what I'm saying for a second and let's go of my hair. When he turns his back on me I mentally remind myself not to bury my blade in his spine. I watch him as he walks around the tiny loft, thoroughly looking through everything. I'm hoping he doesn't catch on to all the teenager things laying around. Thankfully Skye is the same size as me so her clothes laying on the back of the couch could easily be mistaken as mine.

When I notice her laptop was left open at the kitchen counter, I quickly walk over to close it. I notice the search engine is up and an address was inputed. Dante's address. I turn around as I silently close it but Jason isn't paying any attention. I pray he didn't see the laptop before and decided to ask me who's address that was. What if he already knows the address as Dante's? What if he thinks I've got my memories back and that I'm back with him?

Fuck, calm down Kat before you blow your cover. Stop overthinking every little thing.

I know but my jealous brother wouldn't be happy about the fact that I was over at Dante's, considering he hates him. He's made that clear with the way he'd talk about him when I first woke up. He acted like Dante was this evil, selfish, vindictive man that I was better off without. Too bad he never actually told me his name. Possibly he was worried that I may gain some memories from the mention of it?

"Well I do like it. It has a certain charm to it," he smiles at me and flicks at the wind chime I have hanging up near the window that leads to the fire escape.

"Thank you. So what are you doing here?" I ask nonchalantly as I reach into the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. I hold one up, silently asking if he wants one and he shakes his head.

"I came here to inform you on a Gala event that I'll need you to attend. There's going to be some of the worst Underworlders attending. It's being thrown by the Azazel's and my inside man has let me know that they'll be there, including Dante Azazel, your ex. This is your chance to finally make him pay for everything he did to you," he smiles wickedly at me and the sound of Dante's name coming from his mouth angers me.