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CHAPTER SIX

JULIA

My eyes widen in shock as I realise they’re in my bedroom.

Oh my God!

They were in my head one second ago, and now, they’re here.

What the fuck?

“What is this, Julia!” Sebastian seethes, face flushed.

I am still so dazed, trying to understand what is happening. I was having the filthiest dream about them, and now, they’re in my room? Why are they in my room? What gives them the right to be here? Did they break in?

“What are you doing in my room?” I squeak, annoyed.

I get off the bed, only for my legs to stumble. Then, I realise a horrifying fact. I’m wet. I had a sex dream about them, again, and now, I’m wet.

I sit back on the bed, my cheeks painfully flushed.

“You need to get out. I don’t even care that you’re in my room. All I want is for you to get the fuck out, right now, and give me back my book, you creep!” I hiss, reaching for the book, but he keeps it out of reach.

“We are the creep? Not you? Not with the weirdest thing you’re writing?” Silas scoffs, arms folded.

I shake my head and stand up, “No, no, none of that matters. You had no right to come into my bedroom while I was sleeping? Do you know how weird that is? I was sleeping, and you slipped in!” I wave my hands in the air, aggravated.

Sebastian smirks, “You called us. You were saying our names in your sleep.”

I freeze in shock as horror sinks into my bones.

No. Oh, God, no.

I try not to show how ruined I feel, “I was not. You’re all so full of shit, and you need to leave right now. It’s the middle of the night. I start school in two days. I don’t need whatever this is, right now.” I try to sound as firm as I can.

The brothers share a look, then glance at me. My cheeks heats hard as they look at me, running their gaze over my body like a touch, like a hand. Oh, God. This can’t be happening. It is bad enough that I dream of them. I can’t do this anymore. I know I shouldn’t but I don’t care.

“Leave or I call your Dad.” I threaten coldly, my shoulders squared in determination.

As expected, they tense up immediately.

Sebastian throws the book on the ground, and sneers, “You don’t belong here, you cunt. Run back to your city or I will make you.”

Then, he storms out.

I still don’t know how they got in. Did I leave the door unlocked?

“You’re in a new city, starting a new school, you should be smarter, you should not poke the hornet nest. Open your eyes and see that this place is not for you. You’re not wanted here, and if you like, trust my asshole of a father and live to regret it. He’s giving you the new girl special with the car and kindness. You won’t get any of that in school. They’ll eat you alive, and we’ll watch.” Silas warns coldly.

His gaze is molten ice, drilling into me and scaring me for life. I really hate him. I hate the way he and his brothers get under my skin. I do not expect to find comfort in their hands. I just want them to leave me alone.

“I don’t want to be your friend, Silas, and don’t pretend to want to be mine. For some reason, you and your brother hate me, which is so funny because you don’t even know me. You don’t know who I am as a person. You just decided to hate me immediately we met, which is really so weird, truly, and you really need to get yourself checked. Especially Sebastian, with his holy-than-thou attitude and his tortured hero mindset. It is boring,” I roll my eyes with a scoff.

“There are so many things you don’t know, Julia.” Silas shakes his head in disappointment.

“And, I don’t want to know. Whatever you have going on is your business, not mine, so why don’t we stay out of each other’s business? Which includes, and is not limited to, staying out of our bedrooms?” I know I am being condescending, but I don’t care.

He scoffs dryly and nods, “Have a wonderful night, Julia.”

Then, he walks out of the bedroom, leaving me alone.

I exhale deeply, and wipe away the sweat from my forehead. My heart is pounding painfully and I have goosebumps over my skin. I am hyper aware of how slick and damp my panties are. It is disturbing that I think about them sexually. It is very disturbing.

Exhausted, I walk to the bathroom and quickly clean myself. I decide to take my bath, too.

I can still feel Sebastian’s burning gaze and Silas’ disappointment, which makes no sense. I don’t know what their problem is. We are supposed to be family, or at least friends, but they prefer to douchebags, so screw them.

It’s past two in the middle of the night.

I yawn as I change into my silk nightwear. I hope I don’t have anymore dreams about them.

I settle on the bed, with exhaustion weighing me down. I yawn again and reach for the book. I can barely remember my encounter with that woman. It is buried under the weights of so much exhaustion, but at least, I wrote it down, which is good.

However, as I flip the pages, I realize the prophecy is gone. The page has been torn out. I don’t have to think too much to know who tore it out.

Now, I can’t remember what she said, and there’s no way to recollect it.

Why, on earth, would he do that?

It was unnecessary and borderline cruel.

I need to talk to his dad about his invasion.

As I fall asleep, I remember there’s something important I’m forgetting.