Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 167

Chapter 169

KESTER.

She was still standing there. She fucking

Lood 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 she

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'd 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 burned, too tight over my

bones.

said, and, fuck! No one told me June had

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out as I grabbed my phone from the table-fingers so tight around it my

CRACK.

the wall. Pieces

Fuck. Out." I counted my words

a step forward, and her whole body tensed. The

Perfect.

your

even make it home for

another step, and she sucked in a sharp

I'm sorry..." She trembled

grab her by her throat when suddenly, the

"Kester!"

It was Kasmine.

veins like ice. I jerked, my momentum halting just before I reached June, my

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

a tremor in

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no.

wanted her to see me like this. Not ever. Not after the last outburst I had when we were younger. I lost control and ended up locked away behind

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depth of my supposed sickness

I nodded, when I played their fucking

was better and that a little bit of therapy sessions would

me on

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