Page 78 of Delirium
Shit.
I only then realized that my hoodie had climbed up, revealing my round belly.
“You’ll explain everything later,” Lazar said, narrowing his eyes at Storm. “We will have a little chat while you talk to your friend, won’t we, son?”
Storm paled, his entire complexion going three shades lighter, while his eyes widened, fear evident in them. He looked at me, then back at Lazar, but there was no getting out of this.
We should have told him before. We should have told him I was pregnant, but it just never seemed like the right time.
“Fine.” I huffed. “But, Dad,” I looked at him pointedly, “if there’s even a hair missing from his head, you know what will happen.”
“I do.” He chuckled. “But you didn’t mention anything about his limbs.”
Fucker.
I started laughing, but it was obvious that Storm didn’t find it as funny as I did.
“He’s going to murder me,” he whispered as I took him with me toward the hallway. “He’s going to feed me to the pigs.”
“We don’t have pigs here.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He exhaled. “He’s going to find them and he’ll feed them with the chopped off pieces of my body.”
“Storm,” I said, my palms landing on his cheeks. “You’re going to be okay. Just don’t piss him off even more.”
We didn’t have time for him to fall apart or to be afraid of my father, but it was funny. A little bit. Okay, it was quite funny, but I wasn’t going to laugh in his face.
“Now go back,” I instructed. “Talk to him. He’s not as bad as people make him out to be.”
“Sunshine, I love you, but you’re the only one he’s being nice to. Trust me, that man right there is a murderer and he wouldn’t mind chopping off my dick if I harm his little girl.”
He had a point, but still.
“Go, Storm.” I laughed, pushing him back toward the living room. “And remember, don’t piss him off.”
“He’s already pissed off,” he mumbled, walking back toward the living room, while I started walking toward our room, needing to call Cillian.
I just hoped he was okay. He had to be okay.
* * *
It feltas if an eternity passed as I sat on the bed, keeping the phone firmly pressed to my ear, while the line rang and rang and rang. Cillian’s voice finally boomed from the other side, tiredness lacing those five letters.
“Hello?” he all but grunted, annoyed, tired. All I wanted was to hug him and ask him what was going on.
“Kill?” I breathed out, my heart hammering in my chest, knowing that the topics we would be discussing weren’t the ones he necessarily liked.
Cillian hated his father, but he never once told me why. He didn’t want to discuss the details, and I never dared to ask what brought on such hatred. Logan wasn’t a good person, that much was obvious to all of us, but he had done something.
He must have done something to have one of his sons hate him so much. Kieran didn’t like him, but the hatred didn’t shine in his eyes as it did in Cillian’s. Tristan was always an enigma, and I never knew what exactly he was thinking.
“Birdy?” he asked, his voice changing from the tired one into one of pure elation, happiness. But that tiredness was still an undercurrent and I listened to his slow breathing. I couldn’t even imagine how he must have been feeling this past month.
He’d stayed with Skylar, but I had no idea what was going on. Were they okay? Was she alive? But more than that, was she okay? There was a difference between truly living and being alive. I knew… I knew the best what the difference was.
“Hey, Kill.” I smiled softly, hoping that it translated into my words as well. The last thing I wanted was to bother him with this, but I had to check in on him, and I had to tell him about Kieran. He would kill me if I hide this from him. “How are you?”
Silence greeted me instead, and I could almost hear him thinking. I could almost see those wheels turning in his head, because he wouldn’t want to worry me. He wouldn’t want to tell me how bad things really were.
