“No,” Landon says dismissively. “Now, take Bran and leave.”
“No.”
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“I said no, Lan. Fuckingno. I’m sick and tired of your controlling ways and tiptoeing around you and avoiding you. I’msodamn tired. Just stop. Stop being so out of line, stop making us scared of you. We aren’t supposed to be scared of our own brother.”
“Glyn…” Bran comes to her side, trying to pull her back, but my fucking girl slips away from his hold.
“No, we’re doing this, Bran.”
“That’s my ticket out.” Eli waves. “Happy family meeting, Kings.”
Bran softens his voice. “Glyn, this isn’t the right time.”
“And when is the right time? For how long are we supposed to take this from him? This is about as right a time as any to tell him we’re through pretending to like him in front of Mum and Dad. We’re through covering his actions and making him appear to be a perfect genius when he’s nothing more than an unfeeling person. You’re supposed to be on our side, not against us, Lan. We’re family, not enemies. Bran is your twin brother, not your competition. I’m your sister, not your damn property.”
“Is the word vomit done?” Landon’s expression doesn’t change, but he sounds edgy.
That’s right. I pushed straight where it hurts.
I told him his siblings don’t like him and he’s now seeing the proof.
“No,” Glyndon says. “You’ll let Killian go and stop meddling in my business.”
“And if I say no?”
“I’ll tell Grandpa, Papa, and Uncle. When they find out about all your actions, they’ll put you on a leash.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Just like you threatened us all our lives. Tastes bitter coming from your family, doesn’t it?” Then she runs toward me and I think I let go then.
She’s here.
It’s all good now.
“Killian! Kill! Open your eyes…” She lifts my head on her lap, fawning over me with worry dripping from her every word and touch.
She’s really my custom-made angel, my Glyndon.
As she holds me, I meet Landon’s gaze and smirk.
I knew Bran would come, because Eli doesn’t like Creighton involved, and since Landon twisted his arm, he’d definitely bring in Brandon as a form of retaliation.
As soon as Creighton appeared, Eli fished out his phone and typed something—probably a text to Brandon to inform him of the current situation.
If he knew I was here, he would surely bring Glyndon.
I could’ve escaped earlier by using the Zippo in my back pocket, but I already knew Landon would get me sooner or later.
The moment I saw Eli’s discreet anger in seeing Creighton involved, I plotted this.
This scene had to happen.
If Glyndon saw her brother torture me, she’d definitely be on my side, not his. She’d sympathize with me, hate her brother, and would want to save me.
Her standing up to him and getting all that baggage off her chest was only a bonus.