Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 28

　　How they think they can keep me here and expect me to be okay with it is beyond me. Maybe if they would give me a reason, and it would need to be a bloody good one for me to be okay with having to toss my life away to rot here. Hopefully, Tobias leaves on Wednesday. I feel like I would have a better chance getting through to Theo then Tobias. But if they think I am going to sit and wait patiently for them to decide my life, they are sadly mistaken.

　　The knock on the door pulled me from my musings. I ignored it, but then Theo’s voice reached out to me through the door. “Imogen, open the door please.” Always so polite, but I still chose to ignore him. “You know I can just break the door, but I would rather not. It’s antique. Be a shame to ruin it,” he stated. I rolled my eyes and looked at the door. It did look old. Probably as old as the house with its strange hinges and thick wood. I heard him twist the handle, hear it straining under the pressure.

　　I jumped up. It really would be a shame the door was destroyed because of my stubbornness; I always appreciated the craftsmanship that went into old buildings and furniture. “Wait I will open it,” I sang out before he broke the brass handle.

　　Opening the door, I walked back to the bed. Theo leant on the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest. “He’s being unreasonable. I will talk to him later, okay? Just come down and eat. Then I want to take you somewhere,” he said, holding his hand out to me.

　　“Off the property?” I asked, hopeful. Thinking I might be able to give them the slip. I have no intentions of spending the rest of my days out here. There isn’t even cell service or internet reception.

　　“No, but you will like it. I promise.” I rolled my eyes but stood up anyway and walked past him, ignoring his hand. As I walked past, Theo slapped my bare ass. I jumped at the sting from his hand. He ignored me and grabbed my hand leading me downstairs and back to the kitchen.

　　“Done sulking?” Tobias asked as I walked in, his back turned to the kitchen sink. I flipped him the bird behind his back. “I can see your reflection in the glass, Imogen. I saw what you just did, I wouldn’t recommend doing it again.” His voice sounded like he was challenging me. I rolled my eyes at him. Least he wasn’t in a homicidal mood anymore.

　　Tobias walked over and placed a plate in front of me. “Now be a good girl and eat.” I went to flip him off again, but suddenly Theo’s arms wrapped around my shoulders, his hand grabbing mine, the one I was intending to give Tobias the bird with. His lips next to my ear.

　　“You want him to punish you? Play nice,” he whispered. Kissing my cheek and letting me go before sitting next to me. Tobias placed Theo’s plate in front of him before sitting across from us.

　　“So, if you’re a vampire, how come you eat real food?”

　　“I still eat, I just require blood as well.”

　　“So, you drink from blood bags?” I ask.

　　“No, cold blood is disgusting. Remember when you said you saw me kissing Tobias’s neck? Well, I wasn’t.”

　　“So, you drink from Tobias?” Tobias nodded, like it wasn’t a big deal. “And you both have the same parents?” Tobias looked at Theo before speaking.

　　“Yes, but in case you forget we have different last names, we aren’t biological siblings. I was raised by Theo’s family.”

　　“So, your parents are like you?” I ask, turning to Theo. He nods his head, but I can tell this conversation is making him uncomfortable.

　　“So, when did you start living with Theo’s family? How old were you?” I asked, looking at Tobias.

　　“I was six and Theo was four, that was what? early 1746?” he asked, turning to Theo. Theo nodded his head but didn’t say anything.

　　“Wait, how old are you?”

　　“280 years old. Theo is 278 years old.”

　　I felt my eyes go wide, horrified by the thought of having to live that long. “280,” I whisper, not realising I said it out loud.

　　“Enough worrying about our age Imogen, eat.”