Forbidden, Tempted Series (Book 1) by Selene Charles

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    A startled female cry rang out and then everything was a blur as Adam rammed his forearm into Cain’s throat, pinning him against the wall as it heaved with a violent shudder.
    “What do you want?” Adam’s blue eyes were merciless.
    “Adam, stop!” Cain’s mother sat up on the pullout couch mattress, wrapping the sheet around her upper body, her long black hair covering the left side of her face. The one that looked like someone had doused her in gas and lit her on fire.
    Adam’s nostrils flared. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t rip your head off your shoulders right now.”
    Throat tight from a lack of air, blood pumped full of rage, Cain punched Adam in the side of the head, dazing him just long enough to flinch.
    It was enough.
    Taking a greedy gulp of air, he twisted out of Adam’s grip but couldn’t stop from slumping to the ground, coughing and hacking as he tried to clear his airway.
    Adam glanced down in disgust. “Get up. You’re man enough to come into my house uninvited, then get up.”
    Black spots swimming in his eyes, Cain slowly got to his feet. His throat hurt like a mother, but he forced himself to speak through it. “You told me I wasn’t anything like you. You swore it couldn’t happen to me.”
    A slow smile curled Adam’s lips. “Dora’s parting gift. Take it the drone talked, did it? What’d it tell you?”
    Adam planted his bare feet shoulder width apart. Dark hair tousled from sleep, and wearing nothing but a pair of checkered boxers and a white shirt, he didn’t appear as anything other than a human. But it was merely the bait that set the trap.
    “Enough. The truth.” Cain clenched his fingers by his side, glancing at his mother who looked frail and so fragile in that large bed. “What do you have to say about it? Anything?” He lifted a brow.
    Adam chuckled. “I lied. You’re just like me. You’re all just like me.”
    “Adam, honey, please don’t do this.”
    Breathing heavily through his nose, Adam dropped his head for a brief instant, but not before Cain caught the rare glimpse of pain filter through his eyes. When he looked back up, it was already gone.
    “If they told you what I think they told you, then you make sure you don’t get attached to anything. You do, you kill it.”
    His mother sucked in a sharp breath. “How dare you, Adam?” She clutched the sheet tighter. “How dare you? You wouldn’t do it to me, why in the world would you force that on him?”
    The muscle in Adam’s jaw tensed, and his eyes looked like cut glass when he said, “You do as I say, Cain. You already know how bad it can get.”
    Cain shook his head and flexed his fingers. “I’ve got to shower, got school .” He turned on his heel.
    “Oh, and lock that door behind you,” Adam drawled.
    Hand on the knob, Cain smiled viciously. “By the way, old man, got a mess in the shed that needs cleaning up.”
    Then he slammed the door behind him and didn’t lock it.

Chapter 11
    F lint took her time getting ready for school Monday morning. Not that she had much of a selection, but there had to be a dress somewhere in the pile of clothes. It would probably help if she weren’t so tired, but Saturday and Sunday night she’d tossed in bed, somewhere between dreaming and being half-awake. And every time she did dream, it was to see those red eyes, which she’d convinced herself this morning had to have been Cain’s taillights or something.
    Her theory was riddled with holes. Like for instance, she’d seen him with red eyes in the big top the night he’d nearly caused her to break her neck. She’d been trying to convince herself that  he’d been wearing some sort of freaky contacts and that he wore sunglasses in school because of extreme eye sensitivity, anything other than the fact that he had honest-to-God red eyes.
    She flung item after item over her shoulder, moving the large pile from in front of her to behind her, one piece at a time. Finally she found a