I walk my way to him. “Is there a restroom I can use before I leave?”
“Of course.” Joshua walks through the doors and stands in the hallway, his arm extending as he motions to the door right next to Samuel’s office. “I’ll be waiting here for you.”
As I turn away from him, I roll my eyes in annoyance.
28
Kameron
Exhausted from just that one conversation, I feel gross. I’m about to be escorted back to the home they supplied for me when I came to join them. But I just need a moment to breathe without having to play this character. I flip the cold water on and splash some over my face, letting the cool water calm my nerves.
A thud goes off behind me in the shower. I freeze, turning to face the direction the sound came from. A silhouette stands on the other side of the clouded glass door.
I swing the door open, making sure not to let it slam, as I don’t want to alarm Joshua.
The moment my eyes land on those wild blue ocean eyes, my hand immediately covers her mouth.
“What are you doing hiding in the bathroom, gorgeous?” I whisper to her.
Her eyes are still wide as she muffles something into my hand. I can feel her frown at me when I don’t remove my palm. “Don’t yell. Samuel’s guy is right outside.”
She bobs her head.
So, I slowly release it from her.
“Do you have a kink for bathrooms, or are you spying, Elliott?” I cock my brow at her.
“No.” She rushes out in denial but then sighs. “Maybe—to the eavesdropping, not the bathroom kink or whatever that is.”
“Trying to spy on me and your... boyfriend’s conversation?”
I’m baiting for more information on who he is to her, but I don’t give a shit at this point. We didn’t get to talk much the last time I saw her, and I need to know.
“Gross!” she hisses. “Samuel is my brother.”
“Brother?” I step back. “Were you born here?”
“No, I was not,” she huffs out, leaning her back against the shower wall. “If you must know, I was adopted.”
My heart falls to the floor at that information. “To the Donovan family?” I stare at her more intensely. “You wereadopted into the Donovan family?”
Her posture straightens, and her shoulders tense.
“Is an outsider like me not worthy of the Donovan title?” She wags her fingers with a more sarcastic tone in her voice.
“That’s not what I—”
“Save it.” She holds a hand up to me. “I’ve heard this my whole life from community members that have lived here their whole lives. I get it. An outsider like me.” She fans her hands down her frame. “How could I be worthy enough to join the Divine’s chosen family?”
Fuck.
She isn’t in on all of this Everton shit. No, it’s much worse.
She believes in this crap.
“When were you adopted?”
I don’t want to push her over to the deep end too fast.
