Filed to story: Sinful Mates (Imogen) Book by Jessica Hall
Tobias looks at Theo before speaking. “Yes, but in case you forget we have different last names, we aren’t biological siblings. I was raised by Theo’s family.”
“So, your parents are like you?” I ask, turning to Theo. He nods his head, but I can tell this conversation is making him uncomfortable. “So, when did you start living with Theo’s family? How old were you?” I ask, looking at Tobias.
“I was six and Theo was four, that was what? Early 1746?” He asks, turning to Theo. Theo nods his head but doesn’t say anything.
“Wait, how old are you?”
“280 years old. Theo is 278 years old.” Tobias responds.
I feel my eyes go wide, horrified by the thought of having to live that long. “280,” I whisper, not realizing I say it out loud.
“Enough worrying about our age Imogen, eat.”
“I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. I was expecting you to say 30, not 280 years old,” I say, completely shocked.
“I stopped aging when I was 32. Theo is stuck at the age of 29, when he was turned,” Tobias states.
“Turned? What about your parents?” I ask, trying to make sense of any of this.
“That’s a conversation for later. For now eat please, you haven’t touched your food,” Theo starts tapping my plate with his fork. I roll my eyes, they’re always so secretive, and I can tell Theo wants the topic changed, but why? I pick up a piece of tomato and pop it in my mouth, not realizing how hungry I actually am, until I taste its juicy goodness. My stomach instantly growls. I devour my food in a very unladylike manner, barely even tasting it. I finish mine before either of them finishes half of theirs.
“Did you even chew or just inhale your food?” Asks Theo, chuckling at my empty plate.
I get up, walk to the sink and wash my plate. I feel full and return to sit back at the table, suddenly wanting to go back to bed, seeing as I have had continuous broken sleep. I’m well and truly over tired now. I rest my head on the cool countertop and close my eyes. When I hear them get up, I open my eyes, and rest my chin on my hands as I watch as they clean up after themselves. They are both so in sync with each other, they never seem to get in each other’s way and pass things to each other without even looking or knowing if the other is going to catch it. When they turn around, I blush and look away. Knowing I’m caught red-handed, gawking at them like some pervert.
“Come on, let’s find you some clothes,” Theo says, walking out of the kitchen, heading towards the stairs. I follow after him, back into the bedroom. Theo rummages through his drawers and pulls out some shorts with a drawstring, tossing them to me. I slip them on before tying them as tight as they will go. Even now, they are still threatening to fall down.
“I need to at least go back and get my clothes; I can’t keep wearing yours. I might as well walk around naked.”
“I wouldn’t mind. One of us will go grab some stuff from your apartment on Wednesday for you,” Tobias says, walking into the room and grabbing a shirt from the hanger.
“Or, I could go with you,” I plead.
“No Imogen, my word is final,” he says.
“No Imogen, my word is final,” I mock back with my best impersonation of Tobias’s deep voice. I’m so not in the mood today. I hear Theo chuckle beside me and catch him shaking his head out of the corner of my eye.
“Stop encouraging her, Theo. She is in enough trouble when we get back.”
“Yeah, and what is the big bad wolf gonna do? Stop me from leaving? Oh that’s right I’m already a prisoner here,” I reply dryly. I hear Tobias growl a throaty growl, coming from the back of his throat, vibrating through his chest.
“That’s the third time now, Imogen. That attitude of yours is going to get you in trouble.” I roll my eyes, so over hearing about being punished.
“And I’m starting to think your bark is worse than your bite,” I retort. I see Theo’s lips turn up slightly, repressing a smile. I watch as he walks out and starts walking down the stairs. I start to follow him out when I’m suddenly picked up from behind and walked over to the railing, Tobias lifts me over. I hear Tobias’ throaty laugh before I’m suddenly dangling over the railing of the second floor. Tobias, not even breaking a sweat, as he holds me with one hand like I weigh nothing. I look down at the ground below and gulp.
“Not so sassy now, huh?”
I look down and see my feet dangling in the air, I hate heights. “I swear to god, Tobias, if you drop me…”
“You’ll what?” He says tauntingly, letting go of my arm only to grab my hand before I plummet to the ground. I scream and look back down at the slate floor below me. “Fine, fine,” he says, lifting me back to the railing. I put my foot on the side when Tobias grabs me and pulls me closer. He kisses me hard, then shoves me backwards. I fall towards the floor, closing my eyes. A scream escapes my lips, my hands go to my face as my heart drops into my stomach. Next thing, I find myself in Theo’s arms, he pulls me into his chest. My hands are shaking as I grip his black shirt.
“I warned you not to test him,” Theo whispers, I hear the smile and laugh he is trying to hold back.
