“Leave her alone, Ace.” Tyson snapped at him behind me, and Ace growled at him. I watched his eyes glaze over and knew Tyson was probably arguing with him through the link. I sat down on the couch before grabbing my bag and rummaging through it for my pills. I had to take them with food, so it would be best to take them now since Tyson was cooking.
Finding them, I got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before taking it. Tyson eyed me, and I sat up on the counter, watching him get ingredients to make whatever it was he was making.
“How long have you been on those?” Tyson asked, looking at the bottle.
“Um.. since I went to boarding school,” I told him.
“So, you have been taking them for six years?” he asked, and I shrugged. I heard movement behind me before looking over and seeing Ace lean on the counter behind me. He grabbed the bottle, looking at them.
“These are mood stabilizers and sedatives. Who would give these to a twelve-year-old without parental permission?” Ace asked.
“You forget, the moment I went to school, my parents signed guardianship over to the school. Avery took me,” I told him.
“Avery did?” Tyson asked.
“Well, she does own the school, and she said it would get worse. Said they would help.”
“What would get worse?” Ace asked, and I shrugged, trying to find a way to explain it.
“The pain. It’s hard to explain. It wasn’t really pain, just debilitating, I don’t know. Anyway, I started sleepwalking, and my bloodlust got worse because of it. I attacked Aamon one night. Demons do not taste very nice,” I told them.
“You bit Aamon?” Ace said before chuckling.
“Yeah, apparently I was sleepwalking. He woke me, not realizing. Anyway, I came to with my teeth in his arm. He tasted burned,” I told him, remembering the gross taste. I shook the memory away.
“Speaking of bloodlust, when did you last feed?” Tyson asked, while Ace seemed deep in thought for a second as he scratched his face.
“Two days ago. Mom doesn’t keep blood in the house.”
“Yeah, because your parents feed on each other. Who did you feed off then?” I bit my lip, not wanting to say.
“Rayan?”
I shook my head.
“Who then? Better not have been Mitchell.” Tyson growled.
“No, it wasn’t Mitchel. It was Jacob,” I told them, and I saw Tyson’s eyes flicker.
“Don’t look at me like that, Tyson. Either that or I would have to go catch poor Bugsy.”
“You could have called one of us,” Tyson said, but Ace was still staring at the pills.
“You have been on these since you were twelve?” Ace said, his brows furrowing.
“Yes. I said that,” I told him, turning back to face a pissed-off Tyson, who was now staring at his brother.
“What is it?” Tyson asked him when Ace stood up.
“Nothing. I will be back tomorrow,” Ace said, pocketing my pills.
“Wait, where are you going?” I asked as he grabbed his jacket, pulling it on before reaching over the counter next to me. He grabbed his keys from the fruit bowl before pecking my lips. I jerked away from him.
“Shit. Sorry, Lucy,” he said, shaking his head, realizing what he had done. “I will see you tomorrow,” he said, walking toward the door.
“Ace, where are you going?” Tyson called after him.
“To see Avery,” he said, walking out and not bothering to explain.