Shatter (The Daevas #1)

15 • The Truth

Okay, so maybe I overreacted a little because the truth was, I was only imagining things.

Oh, Georgie coming for me to get me back to the mansion was real. Just me thinking Roman said in a relieved voice of the "you're back..." thing, was, in fact, false. I mean, why would he even say that in such a relieved voice? Why? I really didn't know what came popping into my mind, that's for sure.

What Roman had actually said was, "And now she's back here again," which wasn't at all a very humble one at that. It was more of a sarcastic one, which you -- and especially I -- would know. And as I only held my tongue from biting out a retort of saying to him that it was not my intention coming home to this place, I thought of Georgie, who was so happy that I was home.

"Why'd you leave off like that, anyway?" Roman demanded, after I was silent the whole time.

His sister slapped his arm in a not-so-very-light way. "You should be glad she's home!" she exclaimed, her voice still echoing through the house. "You are such an ass, you know that?"

"Frankly," Roman intoned darkly, "I don't care whether I am a damn asshole or not."

"God, you are such a a jerk!"

Roman narrowed his eyes as he saw Gabriel give a little snort of laughter. Luckily, Roman's brother shut up before he could kill him on the spot. "Still don't give a fuck," he snapped at his sister, who crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Now will you shut up?" Then, he looked at me, his amber eyes flashing darkly, turning into a deep fiery colour. "You," he hissed, "are a menace, you know that?"

"Oh, like it's my fault that I was turning demented when I was here?" I shot back. And then I bit my tongue, as I gave them a clue that I knew something was up about them and this mansion. But, unfortunately, I didn't care anymore, since I knew that they already knew what I knew. Which was not fully discovered that much yet, but I would know it soon enough. And so, I glared at him, as he did too, and then I poked my finger into his chest, and said each word with a hard jab, which I really regretted thereafter, because I thought that my finger broke a bone. His muscles were that hard.

"You. Are. One. Stupid. Asshole!" I yelled, my voice booming in the entire grand foyer, which echoed even more, because the ceiling was so high, that if I was up on the chandelier and dropped myself down on the floor, I would surely die. "I just got back here -- very unwillingly, if you must know -- and now, this is the welcome I GET?"

As I finished jabbing his strong chest, I curled my hands into tiny little balls, not because I wanted to punch him -- well, I wanted to as well, but that was not the point -- but because my finger hurt really bad. What was Roman's chest made of anyway? Steel?

"This is pointless," he said in a low voice. A hissing, low voice that is.

"Oh, my God!" Georgie shrieked. "It is pointless? POINTLESS? Ha! Oh, God. That is so --"

And then I yelled at her, regarding Roman, "What is the problem with your brother?"

"I really have no id --"

"Would both of you just SHUT UP?" Gabriel roared in impatience.

Roman and I stopped yelling and looked at Gabriel with shock, standing two inches away from us, his icy blue orbs flashing white and looking grim as Roman was, who also snapped his attention to his younger brother.

"Wo-o-ow," his twin said, her voice hanging open after she said that.

I just blinked. And blinked. And then blinked some more. Roman shook his head and sighed in annoyance. Not because of Gabriel, but because of his sister and I.