Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
"Whatever." Tova rolls her eyes, turning to leave.
"Hey," I call after her. If she's pissed at me, it has to be over Cosima. The two of them have gotten close. Tova ignores me and keeps on walking. I have to run to catch up with her. "You're pissed at me."
"You drove Cosima away."
"I know."
Tova stops walking. "So you admit it?"
"I fucked up, and I'm not sure what to do about it."
"What you need to do is get your shit together. The two of you can't keep bickering and being pissed at each other." If only it were so simple.
"There is more to it."
"Okay." She shrugs. "Then leave her alone and let her move on." Tova starts walking again.
Neither of those things will happen, ever. She’s mine. She gave her innocence to me, and I gave mine to her. Though mine wasn’t innocent at all. There will never be another for her or for me. The idea of her moving on enrages me. I fist my hand, taking a breath before I follow after Tova again.
“She’s not moving on.”
“So there is something to move on from?” Tova casts a glance my way that’s wrapped in a smirk.
"Stop talking about moving on," I grit out, trying to keep my temper in check. That has never been a problem for me. Out of War, Ronan, and myself, I've always been the calmer and more laid-back one. Or I presented that, but I was merely better at hiding my reactions.
"Why should I? It's pissing you off, and well"—she spins to face me when we hit the bottom of the stairs, putting her hands on her hips—"I'm pissed off at you, so I’m happy to make you pissed off too."
"She told you." Tova is always soft and sweet. I’m not used to getting her anger. I swear she and War are rubbing off on each other.
"No one had to tell me." This right here is part of what I've been trying to avoid. Cosima and I together will cause issues. It's already happening. “You were more overbearing and controlling to her than her brothers.”
“Some people see me as her brother.” Another one of the many issues at play here. “And you’re not supposed to fuck your sister.”
Tova’s brows rise, her eyes going wide. “You two had sex?”
Well, shit. I guess I’m not the only one getting that bit of news.
“She didn’t tell you that?” Tova shakes her head, admittedly, but I can see the hurt in her expression. Fucking hell. I’m messing this shit up every which way.
“I thought she took off because you screamed in her face and then started throwing things around. Everyone is always saying maybe she should go back to Europe.” Tova shakes her head. “You ever think she doesn’t like it there? That she wants to be here?”
I don’t think Cosima knows what is best for her. She let me crawl on top of her and have my way.
“Yeah, see what being here got her?” A psycho held her at gunpoint, and then I went and rutted on top of her before dropping off the planet for a few weeks.
“So you just keep doing this? Fighting with her and having her hate you?”
I flinch, taking a step back. “Hate me?” I repeat. I can’t blame her at this point. I want to beat my own ass, but hearing that she might hate me from someone else's mouth feels like a stake being driven into my chest.
“Hey, I don’t mean like hate.” Tova’s face softens.
“You’re pissed at me,” I remind her.
“Right.” She puts her hands on her hips again. “But that’s a good thing. It’s better than indifference.”
“If you say so.” I rub the center of my chest, a hollowness seeping in. It’s the same feeling I had when I’d come to terms with my parents being gone, this emptiness. I remember the day it went away. That feeling of emptiness disappeared when Rochelle brought Cosima home from the hospital.
“She loves you too.”
“Yeah, the same way she loves you or anyone else.” Cosima can be a brat, but her heart is big. In fact, I think she throws up the brat act as a defense. She hadn’t been a brat when I had her in my bed.
“Now you’re just being dumb.” Tova shakes her head as though she’s getting nowhere with this conversation. “Seriously, Z, open your eyes and figure some shit out before you truly lose Cosima and she agrees to marry one of the many offers she’s gotten.” With that, she turns and leaves me standing there in a moment of shock that is quickly replaced with a flood of rage.
The fuck is she talking about?
Chapter Nine
COSIMA
What the heck is taking her so long? It can’t be that hard to buy a pregnancy test. Then again, this is Marks we are talking about. The girl is either all-in or all over the place. I never know what I’m going to get with her. But I’m not one to talk; my moods and emotions change in seconds. If I’m pregnant, I bet I’ll be worse. That should be fun for everyone else.