@ｖｅｇａｓ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... I turned to Vegas, looking him square in the eyes. “You’re never home. You don’t come here; you don’t even know what’s going on. The family is falling apart, and here I am—pregnant. It’s your responsibility, but you’re out there chasing after Kris like he’s your father.”
My voice trembled, frustration bubbling over. “You call yourself my mate? My brother? Look at Taemin and Kai—they know what it means to stand by family. They might as well be elders, second-generation leaders. After everything they’ve been through, after everyone went missing, they still showed up. And here you are, just… twiddling your thumbs.”
I moved in closer, almost nose-to-nose with him. “Start acting like the demon you are—the mate, the brother you’re supposed to be. I’m so much like Umma, it’s uncanny, and for once, that’s a good thing. Things are about to change in this house, and I don’t care if you go climbing up some tree, trying to reflect on your decisions. You’ve got a child to take care of now, Vegas. It’s growing inside me. It’s time to step up.”
