Page 24 of Delirium
“Nuh-uh.” I grimaced. “You made them, you can do it. Your super sperm fucked up my birth control, and it slipped through the defenses.” Much how he slipped through my defenses, burrowing himself into my heart. “Now deal with it.”
“And what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to teach them that they can bite off someone’s dick if they bite down hard enough.”
Indigo choked on his water, Storm laughed, and everything was right in the world. At least for five minutes.
At least until we stopped at the gas station, until I saw who was standing there.
“Well, fuck me sideways,” I breathed out when my eyes connected with my father’s.
“What is Lazar Asterov doing here?” Indigo asked, looking at me.
“Uh,” I stammered. “He came to say hi?”
But I knew why he came. I would have done the same.
He came to take me home, to take me away from Storm. I knew this wouldn’t go well. I just fucking knew it.
* * *
Travelingfor almost twenty hours was terrible. Having to sleep in some random place was even worse.
But having my father standing there with a scowl on his face, and his soldiers behind his back, was horrifying. I told him what happened with Storm. I told him everything. Judging by his stance and the way he waited for us to get out of the car, he wasn’t here on a social call. He wasn’t going to congratulate Storm, or chit chat with Creed, Atlas, and Indigo.
No, he was going to steal me away from Storm, and knowing Storm, he would start another war.
“Did you call him?” Storm asked, looking at my father with apprehension. “Did you?” He turned to look at me.
“No,” I exclaimed. “I haven’t talked to him since… Oh, shit.”
“Oh, shit?” Indigo asked. “What do you mean, oh, shit? What did you do, Ophelia?”
“I didn’t do anything.” I laughed. “You did.” I pointed at Storm.
“What do you mean?” Storm asked, his eyes narrowed at me. “I didn’t call him.”
“No, but you smashed my phone, and I didn’t manage to talk to him at all after that. And, well, Lazar isn’t exactly the kind to wait and see.”
“So what,” Indigo started. “He’s here to take you home?”
“Something like that,” I chuckled.
Storm wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into him, while I laughed at the nervousness dripping off of him. Atlas laughed from the front seat, and even Creed snickered. But Indigo and Storm—both of them paled, for completely different reasons.
“I hated Nikolai for what he did to me.” Storm gulped, looking at Lazar. “And now your actual father is going to hate me for what I did to you.”
I couldn’t keep my laughter at bay.
It tore out of my lungs, ringing inside the car, my entire body shaking from the strength of it. Storm was afraid; afraid that my real dad was going to despise him for the things he did. He was afraid it would lead me away from him.
“Stormy.” I chuckled, squeezing his shoulder. “It’ll be okay. He probably just wants to talk.”
“I highly doubt that,” he murmured. “Look at him.” His frantic eyes connected with mine. “He looks like a Rottweiler ready to attack.”
“Hey.” I swatted at his arm. “Kaiser is a Rottweiler.”
“Yeah,” Indigo piped in. “And he tried to attack me the first time he saw me.”
