Page 97 of Made for Cyn
“Um, hey,” I say with a weak smile, reminded by the newcomer’s sudden appearance that Cyn is part of something I want no part of.
And for all his declarations, it doesn’t change the sickness of what he does.
I can’t contain my sigh as I collapse into a chair beside the couch. Jig sits on the arm and wraps his arms around me, and the physical comfort feels good, so I lean my head on his thigh. “Where’s Cyn?” Bastion asks gruffly.
“Talking to some scary dude in the driveway,” I mutter, and Jig pulls away.
The two communicate with their eyes before Jig disappears outside and Bastion leans back on the couch.
The silence is filled with tension, and I can practically feel him drilling me with his stare. Which I confirm when I turn and meet his calculating expression. “What?”
“I think you’re trouble,” he says baldly.
“Gee, thanks.”
“If you fuck with Cyn, you’ll answer to me.”
Shifting uneasily, I raise my chin. “I’m not the one messing with anybody.”
“Then what the fuck are you doing with Saul?” He raises a thick brow.
“What’s Cyn doing out there with scary dude?” I demand, raising my own damn brow.
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”
Leaning back, I cross my arms over my chest stubbornly and stare at the wall, ignoring the chill that races over my skin when he says, coldly, “This isn’t going to end well for you unless you speak up now.”
“Are you threatening me?” I whisper.
“Are you?” Cyn says silkily from the door.
Bastion gives him a moody look and shrugs, a smirk pulling up his lips. “I don’t trust her. You know that.”
“Aw man, you’re just mad about Iris,” Jig sneers, and I look between them with confusion.
Iris?
“Fuck off,” Bastion says, and Jig snorts.
“Well, beauty, does Bastion have something to be worried about?”
Turning to him with wide eyes, I say softly, “Who was that guy out there?”
If Cyn thinks I’m going to spill my secrets while he keeps his close, he’s delusional.
“My cousin.”
My jaw drops and I stare at him incredulously. “Scary dude is your cousin?”
“Scary dude?” His lip curls. “I’ll have to let him know you said that. He’ll enjoy it.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. “He’s your cousin?”
“Yes, beauty, why do you seem so surprised?”
“If he’s your cousin, why didn’t you introduce me?”
“He is my cousin,” he growls, and I shrink under the warning. “And we were discussing business.”
