Not.
"Actually, yes."
"I never picked you to be one who was scared of parents." I laughed. "But you don't have to worry, they won't be home tonight."
"Oh, are they out of town?"
"No," I said flatly. Why was he so interested in where they were? "Anyway, enough questions about me. Tell me something about yourself."
He looked as though I'd asked him to kill someone for me. His nose screwed up, a dark look passed in his eyes and his whole body tensed.
"Come on, Isaac, it isn't that hard. Let's start with how many family members you have."
He stared down at the kitchen bench he'd sat at. "There are four in my family. My father, my brother, my sister and then myself."
"Yes, and ?"
"And what?" He looked over my shoulder, out the kitchen window.
"Isaac, why are you being so difficult? Sorry, unless you don't want to tell me. I was being rude, wasn't I?"
I could have kicked myself. It was a perfect example of how all of it was alien to me. I wouldn't answer any question on where my parents were, and there I was, pushing for more information out of him.
He rolled his eyes. "It's fine. All right, my brother, Jeremiah, who you will meet in a moment, because I am sure he will not leave until he is introduced to the person who… until he meets you. He is, ah… nineteen, a year older than myself. My sister, Jezanna, she's sixteen. Our mother passed away a year before we moved here. My father is still pained by it."
"I'm sorry."
"Thank you."
Crap, I didn't want him to leave feeling low, especially when I was the one who annoyed him into talking. So I asked a few light questions, like about music. I told him my favourite was the Black Eyed Peas.
He pulled a disgusted face. "I listen to The Smashing Pumpkins."
"Who?" I asked.
He smiled. "I see that I am going to have to enlighten you with some taste."
We moved onto everything else we could think of while I ate my dinner until a bang on the front door made me jump. Usually, I would've heard a car pull into my drive, but I must have been too engrossed in our conversation to notice.
Which was not good enough. My uncle had always taught me to be cautious.
"I'll answer it, since it will be Jeremiah. Leila, I must apologize in advance for my brother. He is, uh… well, I'm sure you will soon find out."
Okay, that did not sound good. I admitted to myself he had me worried. I waited anxiously in the kitchen while Isaac left to answer the door.
"Brother," a deep voice barked.
"Jeremiah, please come in."
I listened to their footsteps approach. Isaac's quiet footfalls and Jeremiah's loud heavy ones. Isaac walked in first, followed by Jeremiah, and when he spotted me for the first time, he stopped abruptly. His eyes grew wide and he sucked in a breath.
It was the usual reaction upon seeing my eyes for the first time.
I was impressed with myself though. I didn't look away.
Isaac shook his head as he sat back on the bench. I glanced from one to the other. You could see the resemblance. Both had charcoal hair and deep green eyes. Only Isaac's were more alluring than his brother's. Really, the only difference between them was that Jeremiah had a soldier's build. He was taller, his hair shorter, except at the front where his fringe hung over his eyes.
Jeremiah had an ample amount of time to say something. To get over his shock and quit bloody staring, but he hadn't.
"Hi there." I waved. "I'm Leila Morgin. I'm sure you can see by now that I have one black eye. No, I don't know why that is. This is how I was born. Now can you quit staring?"
If they could have, I was sure his eyes would have grown wider. I glanced at Isaac, who was trying to repress his laughter.
I glanced back to Jeremiah to see if he'd made any progress, and thankfully, he had. He was now glaring at me.
Yay.
"I'm sorry, Leila. You took me by surprise. Still, it was very rude of me, so I will apologize again."
"Don't sweat it. Most people scream and run when they first meet me." I nodded.
For a second there,
"Actually, yes."
"I never picked you to be one who was scared of parents." I laughed. "But you don't have to worry, they won't be home tonight."
"Oh, are they out of town?"
"No," I said flatly. Why was he so interested in where they were? "Anyway, enough questions about me. Tell me something about yourself."
He looked as though I'd asked him to kill someone for me. His nose screwed up, a dark look passed in his eyes and his whole body tensed.
"Come on, Isaac, it isn't that hard. Let's start with how many family members you have."
He stared down at the kitchen bench he'd sat at. "There are four in my family. My father, my brother, my sister and then myself."
"Yes, and ?"
"And what?" He looked over my shoulder, out the kitchen window.
"Isaac, why are you being so difficult? Sorry, unless you don't want to tell me. I was being rude, wasn't I?"
I could have kicked myself. It was a perfect example of how all of it was alien to me. I wouldn't answer any question on where my parents were, and there I was, pushing for more information out of him.
He rolled his eyes. "It's fine. All right, my brother, Jeremiah, who you will meet in a moment, because I am sure he will not leave until he is introduced to the person who… until he meets you. He is, ah… nineteen, a year older than myself. My sister, Jezanna, she's sixteen. Our mother passed away a year before we moved here. My father is still pained by it."
"I'm sorry."
"Thank you."
Crap, I didn't want him to leave feeling low, especially when I was the one who annoyed him into talking. So I asked a few light questions, like about music. I told him my favourite was the Black Eyed Peas.
He pulled a disgusted face. "I listen to The Smashing Pumpkins."
"Who?" I asked.
He smiled. "I see that I am going to have to enlighten you with some taste."
We moved onto everything else we could think of while I ate my dinner until a bang on the front door made me jump. Usually, I would've heard a car pull into my drive, but I must have been too engrossed in our conversation to notice.
Which was not good enough. My uncle had always taught me to be cautious.
"I'll answer it, since it will be Jeremiah. Leila, I must apologize in advance for my brother. He is, uh… well, I'm sure you will soon find out."
Okay, that did not sound good. I admitted to myself he had me worried. I waited anxiously in the kitchen while Isaac left to answer the door.
"Brother," a deep voice barked.
"Jeremiah, please come in."
I listened to their footsteps approach. Isaac's quiet footfalls and Jeremiah's loud heavy ones. Isaac walked in first, followed by Jeremiah, and when he spotted me for the first time, he stopped abruptly. His eyes grew wide and he sucked in a breath.
It was the usual reaction upon seeing my eyes for the first time.
I was impressed with myself though. I didn't look away.
Isaac shook his head as he sat back on the bench. I glanced from one to the other. You could see the resemblance. Both had charcoal hair and deep green eyes. Only Isaac's were more alluring than his brother's. Really, the only difference between them was that Jeremiah had a soldier's build. He was taller, his hair shorter, except at the front where his fringe hung over his eyes.
Jeremiah had an ample amount of time to say something. To get over his shock and quit bloody staring, but he hadn't.
"Hi there." I waved. "I'm Leila Morgin. I'm sure you can see by now that I have one black eye. No, I don't know why that is. This is how I was born. Now can you quit staring?"
If they could have, I was sure his eyes would have grown wider. I glanced at Isaac, who was trying to repress his laughter.
I glanced back to Jeremiah to see if he'd made any progress, and thankfully, he had. He was now glaring at me.
Yay.
"I'm sorry, Leila. You took me by surprise. Still, it was very rude of me, so I will apologize again."
"Don't sweat it. Most people scream and run when they first meet me." I nodded.
For a second there,
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