Exile (Dance with my Demons #4)

by Steph Macca

Straightening up, Theo narrows his eyes at me. "What? You have that stupid look on your face." "Just remembering all the sweet times I wanted to kill you," I say lovingly. "Still do." "The feeling's mutual, asshole," he replies, but lacking the usual venom. I open up my arms, palms as wide as the grin on my face. "Hug?" "Fuck off." "I love you too," I snort, tossing my arm toward him and jabbing him with the tip of my knife. Theo looks down slowly at the blade resting into his shoulder, lips tugging into an amused smirk. See—brothermates. Not quite soulmates, but something along those lines.