Reality slapped me in the face.
Crap. Oh crap. Crap oh crap.
Did I really—-
Had I just—-
I rose clumsily to my feet. “I gotta blow.”
Marcus raised a brow. “Is that so?”
“Yes, really—-” My last words replayed in my mind and I yelped.
Crap.
“I meant I gottago.”
And without looking back, I dashed out of the cottage, walking away as fast as I could.
Seriously Anneke?
You gotta BLOW?
When I made it back to the parish, Fleur spotted me first and hurried towards me. “Where have you been? We’ve been—-” Her voice faltered. “Oh. Umm.”
Our brothers were right behind her, and Willem was the first one to reach us.
Fleur paled, and I frowned.What was happening?
Willem glanced at me, and his face became cold. “We should go.”
I thought about asking what was wrong but when I saw my two other brothers become expressionless upon seeing me, I knew that something was up.
“Okay,” I said meekly.
We piled inside the limousine, with my brothers sharing in one row while Fleur and I sat opposite them.
As soon as the door slammed shut, Jaak handed me a handkerchief.
I accepted it, bewildered, even as I blurted out, “But I didn’t cry.”
“No.” Jaak’s tone was ironic. “I’m sure you didn’t, but I’m just as sure someone else did though.”
Nic looked pained. “Echt, Jaak?”Really, Jaak?
And now I was even more confused.
Fleur seemed to take pity on me. “Anneke.” She leaned close, whispering to my ear, “You have something on your face.”
I frowned. “Where?”
She pointed to the corner of my mouth.
I touched the spot, and my fingers encountered something really...sticky.
My brothers stared at me.
And I slowly covered my mouth with a handkerchief.