Third Debt (Indebted #4)(51)

I fell backward, tumbling through a wormhole, falling, falling.

The delicious dream shattered.

My spine collided with soft carpet and my eyes shot wide. Gleaming silver wheels and narrowed bronze eyes welcomed me back to reality.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Scrambling to a sitting position, I wiped my eyes and hoped my cheeks weren’t flushed. Having an erotic fantasy was one thing. Having an erotic fantasy about the brother of the woman now glaring at me was entirely another.

“Normally, if a person doesn’t answer their door, it’s because they don’t want to be disturbed.”

“You ignored me. I had to take drastic action.”

Jasmine sighed. Her dark hair was flat on one side, her skin rosy from sleep. Looking past her, I noticed the covers of her bed were turned down and her nightgown of white cotton and forget-me-not blue ribbons covered her from head to toe.

I climbed to my feet. “If you don’t want to talk to me, tell me where his room is.”

“Where whose room is.”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, don’t play that game. You know who. If I knew where to find him in this godforsaken place, I’d go and camp outside his door instead of yours.”

She huffed. “Firstly, he’s not on this floor. Secondly, I wonder how long that would be permitted until Cut dealt with you.” Leaving me on the threshold, she wheeled herself back to bed.

I closed the door and followed. Standing awkwardly at the foot of the mattress, I whispered, “Do you want some help?”

Her head snapped toward me. “Do I look like I need help?” She waved around the empty room. “Do I have a maid to help me? Do you think I can’t manage even the simplest of tasks by myself?”

I flinched. “No, of course not.”

Keeping my fingers together, preventing any chance of reaching out, I stood fixed to the carpet as Jasmine locked the wheels and placed her hands on the bed.

It wasn’t high and with a small grunt, she hoisted herself from the chair and into the covers.

With brisk efficiency, she slid against her pillows, reached down to direct her legs from twisted and dangling to laying perfectly straight, then covered herself with the duvet.

“See?” she sneered.

I drifted forward, perching on the side. “You’re very proficient at that.”

A wry laugh escaped her. “I’ve had many years to get used to it.”

Awkward silence fell; I struggled for another topic. “Were you born this way?”

Her eyes glinted. “No.”

My heart banged at her simple but very revealing answer. Deciding I had nothing left to lose, I murmured, “Did someone do this to you?”

Her face shut down. She pointed at the door. “I want you to leave.”

“No. Not until you tell me where I can find Jethro.” And explain what happened while I was gone.

She crossed her arms, pouting like a little child surrounded by yellow-lemon pillows. “You come into my room and demand to know where my brother sleeps. God, you’ve got some nerve.” She cocked her head, her bob slicing her jawline. “What? So you can kill him or f*ck him?”

I coughed with surprise. “You sound just like him. He said the exact same thing when he dragged me up here for the Tally Mark.”

Jasmine sucked in a breath. “Well…which one is it?”

I sat straighter. Now might be my only chance to get Jasmine on my side. In order to find the truth, I had to give it. No matter how revealing it would be. “I’m in love with your brother. I hate him most days, but that doesn’t stop my idiotic heart from loving him. I love the goodness buried inside. I love the way he wants to be better but can’t. I love the way he touches me. And I’m not ashamed to admit I love sleeping with him.”

My cheeks flared, but I continued boldly, “He’s mine as much as yours. I’m not your enemy, Jasmine. I want to be your friend.”

Silence fell, thick and cloying.

She never stopped glaring.

Fear darted down my arms. “What happened the day the police came? Before that, you were…nice to me. You were welcoming. But now…you hate me.” Hanging my head, I said, “I didn’t leave of my own free will. You know that.”

Animosity swirled thicker, webbing us together.

Finally, she sighed. “I know you didn’t go freely.”

“Then why punish me? My brother meddled in things he doesn’t understand. I know it cost Jethro hugely, but it wasn’t my fault.”

She stared at the ceiling, battling a sudden glisten in her eyes. “But it was. It was both our faults. I pushed him to let you inside him, and you won by making him care. We both made him so vulnerable. Cut…” She looked away, biting her lip.

I inched closer, patting her knee. I didn’t know if she could feel it, but I squeezed anyway. “What did he do to him?”

Jasmine plucked the bedspread. “I don’t know. Kite won’t tell me. I can’t get through to him. Not like I used to.” Her gaze latched onto mine. “He won’t talk to me. He won’t even come see me. He’s cut Kestrel out, too. He doesn’t ride anymore. It’s like everything that made him my broken brother has been lost.”

My soul cracked at the thought. “It can’t be lost. There must be a way to change whatever Cut did.”