You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 79

And there he was, fresh out of the bathroom in a state that threatened to dissolve my heart right there in my chest.

There was a red towel hanging low on his waist clinging just above the edge of decency, while his hands dragged another smaller one through his wavy damp hair.

My gaze betrayed me before I could scold it, sliding from those soaked lashes, to the water trailing down his jaw and wet pink lips. It went lower to the eagle inked across his chest, further still to the clean-cut abs and finally to the damned V-path that pointed straight into temptation.

He had a freaking towel on, and somehow, he looked more naked than he ever had.

"Would you like to take a picture?"

I cursed my soul to the seventh circle and dropped my gaze. The floor tiles were suddenly more fascinating than art.

The looks didn't matter. His heart did. And so far, I didn't need anyone to tell me the guy was a demon.

A chuckle rolled off his lips as he tossed the hand towel onto the couch.

"You came. Looks like you made a choice."

His arms folded as he leaned against the vanity, legs casually crossed. I tried and failed to look him in the face. God, he really needed to put some clothes on.

"How long will it take you to get to Creighton?" I dragged my voice through composure.

"Are you moving in with me?"

"Yes." God, I couldn't believe I was saying this. "But I'm only doing this 'cause you agreed to help me. So, when are you getting to Creighton?"

I forced my gaze to meet his, making sure it stayed above neck level and not somewhere below.

His eyes were cold and sinister, like someone who had mischievous plans up his sleeves. How was I even sure he was going to keep his word and get to Creighton?

"Why don't you move in and leave the rest to me? That's my job."

I sighed tiredly.

"But why are you so interested in your family, now? You survived without them. And I thought you loved Tasmin and Joe enough?"

"I do love them. They're my legal parents." My tone was biting. How can he assume I didn't love them simply because I was trying to know about my past?

"There are just some questions I need answers to," I added. Like the part about me being pushed by someone. Why did no one even bother to look for me when I went missing?

I've always been curious about my past and needed some sort of closure.

Void didn't seem moved, though. The guy was like a block of ice that only cracked when it came to possessing me.

Without saying a word, he slid something across the vanity toward me. A Phantom Card. "You'll use this from now. Pin is zero-six-two-one."

My brows pulled. That was my birth month and date.

"What for?"

"To buy donuts, maybe? I don't know, Rali. What're cards used for?"

I rolled my eyes, hating how he talked to me like I'd just learned the alphabet.

"Well, I don't need it. I already have—"

"A card that gets scared near designer shelves? Keep it."

The audacity sucker-punched me. He was so fucking rude.

"You're using this from now on, Rali. It's loaded enough to get you anything you need whether it's pajamas or an actual yacht."

He spoke so casually it made the absurd sound like a grocery list.

"Go take a shower," he added as he moved away from the vanity, heading toward a corner shelf.

For the first time, I caught sight of his back and... Wow.

There were tiny ravens tattooed on him, flying toward a half dark curve that resembled half of a moon. Below the ravens on his left were four sentences tattooed in a foreign language I had no knowledge on. On his right were three long rows of words in the same foreign language.

What language was that, and what did they mean?

"I—I need to head home first. I still have some personal stuff to bring over."

He had his back to me as he pulled a box out of the shelf. "You can do that later. I need you to shower first."

She started to head toward the closet.

"Use the clothes on the couch." My tone was bored but my eyes were anything but.

She paused to notice them. I expected the scoff and eye roll.

"I can pick my own clothes, you know."

"Yeah, but my taste dresses you better."

She let out an unimpressed snort as she picked the lounge set. I found it hilarious when she turned toward the closet.

"Rali."

"I just want to get dressed."

"You do it here."

She turned around to face me, her eyes flashing with that slow-burning frustration I knew too well. "I—I don't want to. I need some privacy."

Seriously? "You've been naked to me more times than you've changed your profile picture. I've explored every inch of your body even more than you have, Green. So, I say this with all due disrespect to modesty: I don't have anyone named privacy in my closet."

The heat of shame tiptoed up her cheeks. "You say it like I had a choice," she mumbled, like a child who was being stubborn but didn't want her mother to hear.

Her lips flattened into a hard line as she turned away and stubbornly pulled the oversized shirt over the towel. My eyes twinkled with amusement.

The pants were a war. She fought her way through the fabric with the towel still wrapped around her. But damn, the slimy witch did it. She managed to slide the pants on and yanked the towel out when she was fully dressed.

Never thought I'd be so entertained.

She turned to me, pride leaking from her green orbs.

Cute. Real cute.

Especially considering the fact that all I had to do was show up with a whip in my hand and she'd strip without questions.