Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

KESTER

She was still standing there. She fucking stood like she could fucking fix me.

The fear in her eyes faded too fast, dissolving into something worse. Something sickly.

Concern.

What was she? Kasmine? My mother? Some fucking saint who thought she could put me back together, piece by piece, like it was her duty?

"Kester," She whispered, ignoring the blood dripping out of her face. She wasn't healing just yet. How would she heal when the pieces of glass were still in her flesh, and all the cared about was me?

She should have been backing away, pressing her hands to her wounds, pulling the shards out-something, anything.

But no, She stood there.

She wouldn't move. Wouldn't cry. Wouldn't flinch.

I wanted her to flinch.

I wanted her to stop looking at me like that... Like she could still see something in me that wasn't already rotting

Blood streaked down her cheek, down her arm, onto the floor-staining the fucking floor,

Like if she tried hard enough, if she held on long enough, I give a damn about something other than wanting to tear her apart.

She reeked of rotten desperation.

A muscle jumped in my jaw. My fingers twitched. My skin borned, too tight over my bones.

"Take a deep breath..." She said, and, fuck! No one told me june had become a therapist.

My breath shuddered out as I grabbed my phone from the table-fingers so tight around it my knuckles burned. And then-

CRACK.

The phone hit the wall. Pieces of it rained to the floor.

"Get. The Fuck Out." I counted my words through gritted teeth.

I took a step forward, and her whole body tensed. The stupid, desperate look in her eyes flickered, replaced by

terror.

Perfect

"Otherwise, your corpse won't even make it home for a funeral," I added coldly as

I took another step, and she sucked in a sharp breath, her throat working

"I'm.... I'm sorry..." She trembled so terribly.

lifted my hand to grab her by her throat when suddenly,

"Kester!"

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It was Kasmine.

through my veins like lee. I jerked, my momentum halting just before I reached

was breathless, her worried eyes frantically taking in the room-the shattered phone,

parted, a tremor

My ste

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no

when we were younger. I lost control and ended up locked away behind

of my supposed sickness like

I'd given them what they wanted-when I smiled, when I nodded,

that a little bit of therapy sessions would finally set me on

had clawed my way out of the dark, but they had no

had passed every test and evaluation and that I was fine. Little did they know that not only did I kill my therapist, I also drafted a report by

that place, not healed or

like she could see past

what lay underneath the

into fists at my sides. My pulse

to be afraid

Never.

KASMINE.

the wreckage of his room-the shattered phone, the blood, the tension

Kester's looks scared me

"Kester..." I called carefully.

I could tell this anger wasn't just about whatever June might

want him to think that I

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him, and to my surprise, he hurried toward

Mine," he said, and I felt

yet he was so

"Just go. I'l see you later."

gaze when she saw Kester lift me off the floor, would

my arms around his waist,

against my ear. "Breathe. You're not breathing." I whispered, doing all I could to steady

scared of met He asked, wrapping his arms around me in

I let him.

to calm him down, so I let him take what he

back from wherever his mind

you?" He asked and I took in a deep

tightening in the fabric of his shirt. "I'm

anyone else around except you. "He said, and I felt the tension slowly bleeding out of his body, his muscles losing that tight

forehead pressed against

her," he whispered. "I promised you I wouldn't. But

but he held on, arms tightening around me like a vise. "Kester,"

again like a storm about

fine. You can do that later,