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Just like Judas. He’s dressed like a priest, a man meant to bring light and guidance, yet the darkness in his eyes unsettles me.
“Not happy to see me?”
Behind him, a woman walks into the room. Her hair is apricot blonde, her eyes feline and magnetic. She looks beautiful, almost model-like, but there’s a softness on her that makes her seem nothing like he is.
“Hi Grayson.” She waves softly, revealing her bright smile.
“Welcome back, Katerina,” he replies warmly.
Then she turns to me and smiles, acknowledging me in this room as her equal.
It looks like a family reunion, and no one else pays attention to me.
My attention keeps drifting back to Adam. Something about him throws the whole room off. Every time he moves, my hands tense without me meaning to. His nervous energy keeps pulling at me, louder than anything else in my head.
He scoffs, turning to Grayson. “You called him, too?”
Grayson shakes his head, a wide smile breaking across his face when he sees Cain. Almost proud. The look he gives him carries the weight of something paternal.
“I didn’t,” Grayson replies, almost unable to look away from him.
“Then who the fuck did?”
“He did,” Cain says, nodding towards Judas.
“What the fuck?” Adam barks, agitated.
It’s obvious Adam hates them, or at least he needs to believe he does. However, the reasons stay buried because … Well, that’s who Adam is. But I see right through him.
What truly sickens him is the relief he feels when he sees them. That uneasiness turns to happiness, but it feels likeweakness, so he crushes it and pretends it never existed, even to himself.
“I cannot help you all by myself,” Judas speaks up again, voice gruff and serious.
“Great!” Adam claps once. “I don’t need your help.”
Cain takes a step closer, his head cocking to the side and his eyes boring into Adam. “You’re in my fucking house, hiding like a rat, and you pretend you don’t need help?”
Adam leans back against the wall, barely glancing at him. “Your house?” He smirks. “Don’t get sentimental. I grew up in this shithole too, remember?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Cain mocks. “I really thought you disappeared for good. Cut the cord, washed your hands, all that dramatic shit.” He clicks his tongue. “And now here you are, like nothing happened.”
Adam pushes off the wall. “Why is everyone so desperate to save me?”
“Grow the hell up,” Judas mutters, rolling his honey eyes.
Adam smirks lazily. “I did. You all just don’t like how it turned out.”
He flips the knife once, catches it without looking, and flings it into the wall beside Judas. The blade slices through the fabric, pinning his sleeve tight.
God, he’s insane …
Judas doesn’t move.
No one does.
Adam just stretches his shoulders. “Now that I’ve got your attention …” His eyes land on each of them. “If anyone else feels like preaching, speak up. I’ve got more knives.”
Judas grips the knife and rips it out of the wall, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
