Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 345

“I know. I am dramatle,” I sal, not even denying It. 

No argument here,” he said with a half–smile, setting the glass back down. “But hey… if you want to keep blaming yourself, I won’t stop you. You can grovel a little more. Maybe cry. Might make the nurses give me extra pudding.” 

1 huffed. “You’re an ass.” 

“Alive and kickin‘.” 

I ran a hand through my hair and let out a deep breath. “God, Norlan… I thought I lost you. I’ve been sleeping in that damn hallway, waiting for a doctor to say something that made sense. Freya’s been praying nonstop. And me?” I let out a small, dry laugh. “I’ve been imagining your funeral. Can you believe that? Your funeral. I even picked out your coffin color.” 

“Oh, yeah?” he said. “Lemme guess. Black, brooding, mysterious? Just like your soul?” 

“Obviously,” I snorted. “I even added matte gold handles.” 

“Ooh. Classy. If I had died, I’d haunt your ass for that.” 

“You already did haunt me, jackass,” I murmured, “Every time I blinked, I saw you on that stretcher. All that blood.” 

His smirk faded, just for a beat. “Kester… I’m okay.” 

“Yeah,” I said, brushing my knuckles gently against his arm. “Now you are.” 

He studied me. “How’s Kasmine?” 

I blinked, letting out a long breath. “Trying to keep her head up. You know but…” I paused. “She cried. A lot. And she’s not speaking to me much lately.” 

Always acting like nothing breaks her, 

“Ah,” he muttered, leaning back with a sigh. “She’ll come around. She loves 

s your dramatic ass.” 

I smirked. “She called me a glorified monster.” 

“She’s not wrong.” 

We shared a small laugh. 

Then Norlan’s voice dropped a little. “My mom told me about Claire.” I nodded slowly. “How’s her family holding up?” 

“Barely,” I said, my voice roughening again. “Her mum collapsed when they told him. Her little brother… he just stares at her door all day. They’ve gone real quiet. It’s like they’re breathing, but not really living.” 

Norlan looked up at the ceiling, his jaw tightly clenched. “She didn’t deserve that. None of them did.” 

“No,” I agreed. “They didn’t.” 

We went silent for a moment before he spoke again. 

“Don’t go killing them off too quickly like you always do. This time, burn them slowly. Make them feel what they’ve done. Because, anyone who tried to kill your Luna and ended up taking that poor girl’s life in the process, deserves a slow and painful death.” 

I nodded faintly. 

Norlan paused, before adding, “And, let’s not pretend…” he gestured vaguely to the wires and IV line in his arm, “this was their fault, too. You and I wouldn’t have been driving like lunatics if Kasmine hadn’t been targeted. I wouldn’t have had metal in my lungs and glass in my spine if – ” 

“Norlan,” I murmured. 

He stopped, and it was at that point he realized how quiet I had been. 

His voice dropped as if realization was slowly beginning to seep into the cracks of his anger. “Kester…” 

I didn’t respond. I just stared at him. 

“Who was it?” he asked, a little quieter, almost as if the truth was already forming in his mind but he needed me to be the one to say it. 

I took a long breath, long enough to consider not saying it at all. 

“Tell me, Kes. Who was it?” 

I hesitated for a second longer before giving it to him clean. “It was June.”