Page 151 of Sincerely, Butterfly

I turn to look at Jasper, opening my mouth to say something.

He holds up his hand. “No, that does not mean anything is changing regarding a physical relationship with Nola. It’s. Not. Happening.”

“Fucking buzz kill,” I grumble, crossing my arms.

“Are we… friends with her now?” Sylas questions. “Is that happening again?”

“I guess,” Jasper mutters. “If you want. But that's it. Treat her like you’d treat Callie.”

“Sorry, dude, but I can’t do that. Callie is my sister, and the things I want to do to Nola are things you don’t do to your sister,” Sylas replies.

“I mean…” I grin. “Depends on how hot she is,” I chime in tauntingly.

Sylas chuckles, and Jasper glares at me.

“What?” I ask, my grin growing. “We fuck women in front of a room full of men, cut them open, and drink their blood. But you think fucking your sister is messed up? Our whole fucking life is messed up.”

“Okay, stop,” Sylas shudders. “I don’t want to think of fucking my sister, thanks.”

“What the fuck did I walk in on?” Garrett steps in front of us. “Dude, should I be worried you’re going to try to compete with me for my woman?”

“Drop dead.” Sylas flips him off. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Ouch.” Garrett grins. “I thought we were besties, but it sounds like you don’t like me,” he pouts.

“I don’t like the fact that since you’ve gotten back, you’ve been trying to get in my sister's pants. What about the bro code?”

“I thought that meant a bro can’t fuck their friends' ex-girlfriends,” Garrett counters.

“Or mothers,” I point out.

“It includes sisters,” Sylas snaps. “So stay away from mine.”

“I’ve been trying to get in your sister's pants since before I cameback.” He grins wide. “You’re the one trying to cock block me. Not cool.”

Sylas’ nostrils flare. “Hey, Callie!” Sylas calls out.

The two girls stop what they’re doing to turn and look at Sylas. “Yeah?”

“Need more decorations for the tree? Because I’m about to gut Garrett like a fish, and his intestines would make good garland.”

Callie grins. “Sounds great, thanks!”

Nola giggles, and fuck, what is wrong with me? I like it. And I don’t like giggles, or laughs, or fuck all.

“I’m going to smoke a joint,” I mutter.

“Do you think that's a good idea?” Jasper asks.

“Relax,dad.” I roll my eyes. “It’s not like it’s that garbage Sylas gave us.”

“Hey!” Sylas protests. “They’re working on fixing it, okay? We just took too strong of a dose.”

“Don’t worry, my supply doesn’t come from his company,” I reiterate, ignoring Sylas.

“Asshole.”

I leave them in the sitting room and head out back. Sitting in one of the chairs, I pull out the joint and light it up.