I tilt my head, considering.
That wouldn’t be a bad thing since it’d put my face right in front of my favorite place to be.
“Our children are worried about you.Your sister is.I fucking am.”
“I apologize.I’ll do better to reassure you all.There’s no need to worry about me.”
I curl my fingers loosely around the front of her throat, ready to gently reprimand her.She thrashes in my hold, her hands lifting to dig into my wrist as whimpers tear from her throat.Fear floods her eyes.
Fuck.
I swallow tightly, about to release her when she closes them and goes pliant in my hold.Her lips move with silent words, except when I lean closer, they’re not silent at all.
“I’m safe.He’s not him.I’m safe.This is real.He’s not him.”
Over and over, she says the words, and I repeat them back to her.Then she finally goes quiet and opens her eyes.
Fear no longer fills them.Instead, that wicked fucking fire I’ve been waiting for flickers to life.
“That’s right, baby.Fucking burn me alive,” I croon.
“Let me go.”
“Oh, no.We got some shit to work out,” I say, guiding her away from the vanity and turning her until her back rests against my chest.
We’re standing in front of the mirror, so I use my hold on her throat to lift her face so she’s peering into it.
“Who do you see?”
“Me and you.”
I nip her ear, causing her to shiver.“Wrong.Who the fuck do you see when you really look?”
Birdie takes her time perusing herself in the mirror.Her lips purse and her face scrunches, not liking the conclusion she’s come to.
“Who?”I whisper.
“Eleanora,” she murmurs.
“That’s right.Shewas his.That’s not who the fuck you are here.Here you’re Birdie.And she ismine.”
Birdie snorts.“No, she’s not.”
“Bet.”
I release my hold on her throat and bring both of my hands to the top of her blouse.My smile is all teeth as I pull in different directions.There’s a loud rip and then it’s hanging from her.
Fuck.
I drink in the sight of her perky tits.
She brings her hands up to hide them from my greedy gaze.Her hair smacks me in the face as she whirls around.Flames blaze in the depths of her eyes.“What are you doing?”
“Getting rid of Eleanora,” I tell her with a cocky smirk.
“She’s gone,” Birdie replies haughtily.
“Is she?”
