Chapter 206 Chapter 206
Tris
Later that night, after hours of sitting at myputer, I finally hit ''save'' on myptop and lean back with a satisfied sigh.
The presentation is finally done-aprehensive look at the evolution of surrealist portraiture techniques over thest fifty years. My fingers ache from typing, and my eyes burn from staring at the screen for hours, but the relief of finishing is worth it.
Shutting my eyes for a moment, I gently scratch Scout''s ears. The orange kitten- who is not so little anymore but still small and adorable-purrs happily in myp.
"You know," I murmur, smiling softly, “I almost forgive you for nearly getting my son killed that night in the flume."
The cat, of course, doesn''t respond.
A knock at the door suddenly makes me jump, and startles Scout so much that he hisses and scrabbles out of my arms, hiding beneath the sofa. I nce at the clock-it''s nearly nine. Who could be visiting thiste?
I open the door to find Caleb standing there, impably dressed as always in a charcoal sweater and dark cks.
"Ready for your next etiquette lesson?" he asks, stepping inside.
I bite my lip. "Actually, Caleb, there''s something I need to tell you."
His eyebrows raise slightly as he sets down the box he''s carrying. A quick nce reveals that the box contains ornate napkins, a few books, and some other random items that I can''t picture being used for etiquette, although I''m sure Caleb will find a reason. "Oh?"
"I''m going to tell Arthur the truth." The wordse out in a rush. "About everything. About being a Willford, about being a werewolf. I can''t keep lying to him."
Caleb''s face pales. He sits down heavily on my couch, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "Iris, we talked about this. We need more time to figure out-"
"It''s been days," I interrupt. "And every moment I spend with Arthur while keeping this secret feels like a betrayal. He''s my mate and the father of my child. I can''t jeopardize my rtionship with him, especially not so soon after we''ve gotten back together."
"But we still don''t know everything," Caleb argues, sounding exasperated and, dare I say, even a little scared." We don''t know if it''s safe to reveal the truth yet."
I study his face, noting the concern in his eyes. Suddenly, it clicks. "You''re being protective," I mutter.
He blinks. "Of course I am. You''re my little sister."
"Caleb." I sit down beside him and take his hands in mine, hoping that everything in my voice and touch and posture will emanatefort. "I appreciate that you care, but you barely know me. You can''t keep treating me like a little sister to be coddled and protected."
His jaw tightens. "I''m not-"
"You are," I say as gently as I can manage. "And while it''s sweet, it''s also stifling. I''m twenty-six years old. I''ve survived on my own my entire life. I need you to treat me like an adult and respect the fact that I need to make my own decisions."
Caleb looks mildly offended, but he takes a deep breath and nods. "You''re right. I''m sorry. It''s just... I''ve spent my whole life thinking Selina was my sister, and then to find out you''re out there, that you''ve been alone all this time
." He trails off, shaking his head.
My heart softens at his words. For a moment, I realize that Arthur may have been wrong about himi-Caleb isn''t as cruel or maniptive as Arthur made him out to be. Maybe he''s just a man trying to make up for lost time.
I tilt my head. "Why can''t you at least trust Arthur?" I ask. We don''t have to tell the world just yet. Just him." Caleb sighs and pulls his hands away from mine although not roughly-and leans back against the couch cushions. "It''s not Arthur, necessarily, who concerns me," he admits.
My eyebrows shoot up at that. "Oh?"
"It''s his family."Caleb shoots me a sidelong nce as if gauging my reaction. I keep my expression neutral for now. "His parents have always been... rough around the edges. They''re not very nice people. I''ve never liked them, and they don''t like our family very much, either."