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.

had lifted my hand to grab her by her throat when

"Kester!"

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It was Kasmine.

my veins like lee. I jerked, my momentum

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

lips parted, a

My ste

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no

younger. I lost control and ended up locked away behind thick walls, under cold lights, with white

depth of my supposed

I'd given them what they wanted-when I smiled, when I nodded, when I played their fucking game-

was better and that a little bit of therapy

my way out of the dark, but

did they know that not only did I kill my therapist, I also drafted a report by her,

out of that place, not healed or rehabilitated just better

see past all of the facades I had been putting up all

lay underneath the mask I had carefully had

my sides. My pulse pounded

her to be

Never.

KASMINE.

took in the wreckage of his room-the shattered phone, the blood, the tension so thick it made my

scared

"Kester..." I called carefully.

His eyes were crimson red, and I could tell this anger wasn't just about whatever June might have done to him. She was only unlucky to have been there at the wrong time

mask the fear and worry curling inside me. I didn't want him to think that I was afraid of him. I

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took careful steps toward him, and to my surprise, he hurried toward me and, In

said, and I felt a pang of

he was so

down, I turned to June aid whispered to her, "Just go. I'l see you later." My words were accompanied by a silent plea with my

tearful gaze when she saw Kester lift me

wrapped my arms around his waist,

feeling the rapid beat of his heart against my ear. "Breathe. You're not breathing." I whispered,

Are you scared of met He asked, wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

I let him.

calm him down, so I let him take what he needed if

back from wherever his mind

asked and I took in a

1 murmured, my fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt. "I'm not." I lied, and

want 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

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

to pull away, but he held on, arms tightening around me like a vise. "Kester," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I'm not the

grip tensed, his muscles bunching again like a storm about to

quickly added, "But it's fine.