“No, she stays in her room and I stay in here. Just the way I like it.”
Killian sighs hard, “Big Mac, ”
“For fuck’s sake, stop calling me that.”
“Fine. Cormac. You can’t just ignore her. How the hell are either of you supposed to move on with your lives, figure out how to deal with this shit, if both of you are so focused on fighting each other?”
“I can do whatever I want to do. That’s the whole appeal of being an adult.”
Killian smirks and stands up out of his seat, “You don’t know many married people, do you. I’m almost excited to see how this turns out. Living with an angry woman is nothing like you’ve ever experienced. I only hope you figure that out sooner ratherthan later.” He takes a few steps to the door as if he’s ready to leave, “Yeah, this is definitely going to be good for you. You just don’t realize it yet.”
He’s talking out of his ass.
Nothing about this situation is going to be good for me.
I’ve known Brenna all of a hot second, and she’s already proved to be the very bane of my existence. It can’t get any worse than this.
BRENNA
They’re talking about me.
I’ve been going absolutely stir-crazy in that room locked up by myself.
I even tried to open the window again, but I found out right away that my previous method of escape was no longer available to me.
The security moves quickly here.
The windows are now drilled shut. I’ll have to get tools, ones I’m sure I’m not allowed to have, if I want to open my windows and feel the fresh air again.
There are only so many times I can pace back and forth in the same area. Or sleep.
Over the past three days, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. Sleeping my life away, trying to forget the horror that is my life. Several times I’ve been woken up by a chill no blanket can sap from my bones.
I don’t know where the chill is coming from. Part of me feels like it’s coming from the house itself. As if it were trying to freeze me out, force me to run. A warning maybe.
Instead of trying to go back to sleep, I’ve decided to do a little exploring.
The mansion itself is massive. Much bigger than the home I grew up in. Back in Ireland I thought I was living the lavish life.
My childhood home had five bedrooms, a movie room, a game room, exquisite back and front yards, and even an in-ground pool. I was rich.
This mansion is much, much bigger.
I don’t know how many rooms it has, but on my walk to my room I counted at least four, and that was on this floor alone. If I’m going to be forced to live out the rest of my days here, I might as well get a feel for the place.
That was the plan when I started exploring, but when I heard the stranger’s voice, my curiosity pulled me in this direction.
“How the fuck am I supposed to know? We don’t talk.” I hear Cormac speak, and I shudder a little. Every time I hear him talk, it’s like he touches a forbidden place in me. It’s scary.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m scared of him or because of how it makes me feel. Not something for me to dwell on right now.
Instead, I press myself as close to the edge of the wall as I can without either of the men in this room being able to see me.
The longer I hear them talk about me, the more pissed off I get. He’s making it seem like it’s my fault. Like I asked to be part of this messed-up plan our fathers put together.
He doesn’t want me here. He hates me.
The feeling is mutual.
