Forty-eight

Esme's Pov

"I don't need to hear any of the sorts from you '' I said, my chin tilted up with a firm look pointed at him.

"I expected you to be smart. But it looks like…," he licked his lower lip eyeing me, "-looks are the only thing running for you. If you want answers I will be around." he leaned, whispering into my ear, and then left.

Lucien came up behind me. His face was certainly filled with fury as he wanted to go after his brother. Luther looked back with a little devilish grin plastered on the side of his lips. Bastard. I held Lucien in place.

"fighting him won't bring any good, you know that is what he wants." I reasoned with him. His eyes flashed yellow, while he gritted his teeth.

My hands were placed firmly on his chest. I could feel the hardened muscles underneath his shirt. He pushed at me hard but settled nonetheless with an annoyed scoff. Looking at the clenched jaw and his face that pointed in the direction of where Luther went.