Seizing Sang Sorenson (A Ghost Bird Story)

Chapter 25

"So when do you want to start? I could get most of them out by today. I have all the supplies in my bags to make things a little easier."

"It's taken Sang almost a day to remove one safety and then there are three recovery days after. Is it really smart to do us all at once? What if something happens and we aren't recovered yet?" Victor asked, stepping forward in the crowd from the living room.

Jezebeth, Ryzix, and a few of the boys on my side laughed at what he said.

"Are you trying to imply something, Victor? Sorry to burst your bubble, sweetie, but we damsel in distresses could kick some ass and have the house painted in red faster than you could blink. If something happened, while all you big, strong men were out of commission," she said in a mocking voice, "We'd be quite alright to hold the fort down."

"Besides, Jezebeth knows what she's doing," I piped up.

"How can we trust her? She already admitted that she's Volto and she's already hurt Luke once. Are you just going to let her finish what she started with your golden boy?" North sneered and I had enough of him. My anger towards North had been building in ten-folds ever since he interrupted the rescue mission, and I'd finally hit my boiling point with him.

A tiny part of my mind couldn't help but reflect on what Silas said about North and his jealousy when it came to his brother. I wouldn't admit it aloud, but I'm sure that conversation affected how I handled North in this moment.

Stomping over to the living room doorway, the boys parted like the Red Sea until I was standing face to face with North. The cocky bastard had the nerve to cock his eyebrow at me and it took all my might and utilization of years of breathing techniques not to grab something and stab him repeatedly.

With barely-contained rage, I reached forward and grabbed his wrist.

"Wha—"

"Shut up before I do something I regret," I bit out between clenched teeth and he quieted as I pulled him behind me and into the kitchen. Dexter was standing there in nothing but flannel bottoms and his hair messy and his typical ponytail missing. He seemed to be fixing himself a coffee when I walked in.

"When did you get up?"

He laughed. "That implies that I've been asleep yet." 

He suddenly looked between North and I. "Am I missing something?"

"If you could leave us alone for a while, I could try to figure out if it's something worth mentioning. Besides, Jezebeth is here, and we will be discussing when the hell you called her without telling me. She apparently hotwired a car to get here," I said, giving him a sweet smile.

"Again?" He groaned, setting his coffee down. "I better help her get her stuff inside then."

He pushed away from the counter and went to moved past us when he placed a hand on North's shoulder and I heard him say, "Good luck, man. You're going to need it."

If I was looking at them, I would have gotten the satisfaction of North gulping at Dexter's statement. Once it was just us again, I felt my anger rise again as I looked over at North's unworried stance.

I couldn't help but to want to change that as I grabbed his upper arm and whipped him around, slamming him into the counter where Dexter's coffee was resting.

"Jealousy isn't attractive, you know. Neither is pettiness, actually, but you seemed to be radiating both pretty strongly lately. Why?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he huffed, pushing away from the counter, but he didn't make it a step before I pushed him back.

"Lying isn't tolerated. You're jealous of your brother. Admit it. You want what your brother has... me," I said, lowering my voice to a whisper as I pressed my body flushed up against him.