You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 140

A tear touched my cheek.

He rose from his seat, walked over to the table behind that had a half bottle of Sassicaia waiting. I watched him pour some into a glass then walk back to me with one hand gently tucked in his pocket like we were in the middle of a casual conversation.

He brought the glass to the seam of my lips. I only glared up at him without moving my lips an inch.

"I thought you'd want some. you've turned into quite the little alcoholic," he mumbled, running his thumb along my lips.

I jerked my face aside, hating how the straps kept me from breaking his touch. He took a slow sip from the glass instead, then threaded a hand through my hair.

"Growing up, Void always had everything I wanted: respect, fear, bravery, strength, and most importantly, our mother's love. He could get anything he wanted, and me? I could only get what I was given."

I tried to pull my head away, but the ropes chained me still. His hand kept stroking, absurdly gentle for the words he spoke.

"I always wanted to get something of his. When we were kids, I didn't even have the opportunity to compete with him. He was simply the perfect boy. The one in charge. Oh, Rali," he tsked. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to steal from him. Watch him break a little. Mess up with something that mattered to him. It was hard to then because he didn't care about no one. Not even himself. Then, he found you."

He smiled, a twisted curve that made my stomach turn. "I watched him watch you with so much adoration like you were his whole world, like the rest of us didn't matter. I became obsessed," he laughed like a maniac. "Not because I wanted you for myself, but because I wanted to see what it'd look like to mess with something of Void's."

His fingers found my scalp. He didn't pull and only drew slow, soothing circles, as if he could rub the ache out of me like an eraser mark.

"I wonder, would you break like everyone else? What would it feel like to toy with his favorite thing and not get stopped?"

His hand slid to my cheek, catching the second tear before it fell. I jerked away, wishing I could scrub his touch off with sandpaper.

"You know, Blayne," I sniffed. "Now that I got a closer look at you, it's not so surprising why your mother chose him over you."

I blocked the rest of my tears and lifted my face to meet his gaze. "You were nothing like the son she wanted. Maybe you did try to be as bad as Void, but who knows? She might've laughed in secret every single time. Where you put up an act, Void didn't even need to try. I'm sorry but it looks like you've always been a failure, and you'll likely die as one."

His eyes darkened, though he kept his composure on a tight leash.

He lifted the glass over me, and calmly, let the wine drizzle from my hair down to my face. I shook my head, trying to keep the liquid from my mouth, sputtering against the bitter trickle.

His lips finally tipped in a smile. "You're going to be an interesting subject."

The door unlatched behind him. I saw her first before he turned.

Evie Blackwood walked in, her gaze honed to knives and all of them aimed at me.

She looked at me like she was the one tied in a chair and I just walked in with a knife.

Only when she reached Blayne did she tear her glare away. "It's here," she handed him a tablet.

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