Page 42 of Lightning Angel
Alexa’s blood boiled. Had this man always been this lecherous? How had she and Cassie been so blind not to see it? She hated him with every fiber in her body now.
“How did you get in here? I know I locked all the doors and windows.” She kept her voice cold despite the trembling.
“Does it matter when one has the key?” Brandon snorted.
“What key?”
“Your sister gave me the spare key before she left. I guess she forgot to tell you that?” he asked with a mocking edge.
No, Alexa had only forgotten about it. Ugh, how they trusted him!
“Why don’t you open the door, huh? Your silence is grating on me.”
“Get lost,” she spat venomously, glaring at the door.
“Nuh-uh-uh, careful there, baby doll,” Brandon tusked. “I’d think twice before I say anything outrageous to the one holding my sister’s future in their hands.”
“You don’t hold my sister’s future in your hands, idiot, God does.” Alexa shocked herself with her words and recoiled, blinking twice. Had she truly just said that? She shook her head and pressed on. “And unlike you, I don’t think twice before making the right choice. I stand by what I said, you can get lost. I’m not the type of girl you think I am.”
“Even when your dear sister’s life is depending on you?” he mocked.
Oh, he had no idea how he nearly made her kill herself. How she nearly gifted him a lifetime sentence to jail. And he was still blackmailing her.
If Tristan hadn’t saved her…
Alexa shuddered.
At her silence, Brandon chuckled. “I know, Alexa, I havealwaysknown your sister is your weakness. In fact, you and Cassie are each other’s weakness. If you didn’t know that yet, I’m honored to disclose that Cassie had once told me so.”
Cassie trusted him too much. Her sister loved him somuch. Andthiswas what she was getting in return; this was what he was giving her back. The impulse to yank open the door and throw a punch to Brandon’s supposedly smug and smirking face was almost unbearable.
“You’re the vilest being I’ve ever known!” She seethed in her anger.
“If only you’d open the door and I could see you glaring daggers at me, I’d appreciate any insult you throw at my face, but not from the other side of the door.”
Alexa withheld the urge to groan; her hatred was flaring by each passing second.
“Now, be a good girl and open the door.”
“For the last time, the door isn’t locked.” Alexa rolled her eyes. “And even if it was, I won’t open it foryou.”
Brandon tried at the knob again, and it rattled. “Then why isn’t it opening? You don’t want to play the wrong game with me, you know?”
“And here I was thinkingyou’rethe one playing the game,” Alexa muttered and marched toward the door, reaching for the knob. She wanted to see why a door she hadn’t locked was not opening, and then lock it for real. But the moment she touched the knob, it wasn’t the knob her hand made contact with; her hand brushed against something soft and smoothoverthe knob.
She gasped and withdrew her hand, holding it to her chest. What wasthat?
“What is it?” Brandon asked from the other side of the door, obviously hearing her gasp.
“N-nothing,” she stuttered, staring at the knob.
“Nothing? I heard you gasp. Are you hurt or something?”
Alexa would’ve rolled her eyes if she hadn’t been stupefied already. Instead, she ignored his question and mustered up the courage to reach for the knob again. She pressed her lips together to prevent herself from gasping again, just in case what she felt wasn’t her imagination but real.
Then she set her hand on the knob.
Her fingers brushed ahandinstead of the surface of the knob.