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"Behave,” Trent half snaps at me as I toy with the edge of my dress. The slit in it is so high that half of my butt is hanging out as I sit beside him, but fine. If he doesn’t care how Corbyn is staring, then why should I? We have a driver tonight, and thankfully that means that I only have to deal with Trent and Corbyn because Brixton gets to ride shotgun with a fully tinted glass divider, making it private back here. “I’m just nervous.” I yank my hand from Trent's, where he is currently crushing my hand that he removed from my pulling at my dress. “Brixton was supposed to go over-” “He did,” I cut him off as his brows pull together. “I know the rules. Don’t speak to anyone unless you’re with me. Don’t leave Brixton’s side for ANY reason. Be cautious of my surroundings and tell you if something feels off because there’s no telling what, or who, will be here tonight. The rules don’t make me less nervous, I don’t know what to expect. It’s not like I get a genuine experience with ot
"A little obvious," Pierce's low grumble announces his arrival as he stands next to me, dragging his vision over my attire, "even for you." "And what would you have me dress as?” I keep my vision forward and voice low, “A bloodsucker? Perhaps you wanted me to put on furs and pretend to be your long-lost cousin?” My outfit was expensive, but nothing less would have been acceptable to a man of my stature. Are there any other Minerva’s owl descendants? No, but would anyone connect me with the Cartiers? No. I know my mask comes with risks, but some of us don't have the luxury of being overpopulated. He, on the other hand, could dress in all the half-rabid wolf masks he wanted without worry. Wolves were a dime a dozen and few people have seen his face and lived to tell the tale. “Ah, brother, you only wish you could have half the charm my furry ass does.” Charm. I tried not to scoff out loud at such a ludicrous thing for him to pretend to have. I may love him like a brother, we may hav
"Am I the cause of that blush, Devlin?" Corbyn asks as he puts some distance between us, spinning me with practiced ease before pulling me tightly against him. Trent won't care. He never cared about how close me and Corbyn used to be, but it's noticeable when Corbyn spends our entire dance staring directly at me. I'm not sure if I should be flattered or insulted, but his attention is unnerving, nonetheless. "For someone who can't stand to look at me, you sure are spending a lot of time looking." As soon as the words are out, I regret them. Corbyn likes to take care of me, dress me up like the perfect little doll. But dolls don't talk back. They sit perfectly at all times. They do exactly what you want, and only what you want. "Did you think you were allowed to come tonight for fun?" I blink slowly at him, unsure how to answer that. I know I'm here out of obligation, but does that mean fun is off the table? Apparently. He pulls me in even closer, whispering so softly I strain to
Making a scene would be childish. It would feel amazing but do nothing short of alert Trent to my disgust. No, I need to be smart here. What he'll see is sweet, hurt, loveable Devlin. What he'll get is his own personally curated nightmare. But first, I need to be anywhere that isn't watching them grope each other as if I don’t exist. The problem is that I am exposed here. The man to my left has already disappeared, but there are several men watching my every move. Predators - I’m sure, deadly - guaranteed, but Brixton follows closely as I make my way to the ladies' washroom. A cold grip on my wrist startles me, but not as much as the fact that I'm now outside and staring into the red depths of a handsome stranger's eyes. “A human,” he brushes the hair from my shoulder, “trying to hide amongst monsters?” He cocks his head slightly, his smile widening much wider than friendly as the two pointed tips of his teeth slip over his bottom lip. “A Vampire,” I whisper out, barely abl
Devlin is feisty under all of that calm demeanor and my cock is already constantly throbbing in her presence, but seeing her blood trickle down her neck and watching how she was with the Beta has it harder than it’s ever been in my life. The Beta is going to be more of a problem than initially calculated. I'd heard rumors of his personality changes and ignored most of them because when you're at the top, sometimes you have to be multiple people, but it's on my radar now. He has a soft spot for Devlin. He came out to check on her, even if it ended in insults, and she slapped him hard without immediate consequence, but he's going to pay for laying his hands on her. I'll wait until she's there to witness his fall. Yes, she’ll revel in it with me. I might be a monster, but values are important. Watching her struggle to compose herself is hard to watch, but comforting isn't exactly in my skill set. I was the person nobody could put a face to, the enforcer, the one the Cartiers tu
*** There’s no light, and no way to catch a glimpse of my surroundings when the darkness is never ending. I’m still under water, always under the water, but the weight of it is crushing my chest more than usual. My arms and legs are working together for once as the water glides past me, instead of feeling like a giant weight dragging me into the depths of the river. There're splashes of water around me and I reach out, desperate for my fingers to grip into the mud. As I’m pushed onto the ground, I still have to crawl my way out as the water continues to lap against me. My fingers reach ground that the water isn’t touching and I drag myself up onto the edge. Breath after breath, my lungs are still inflating as much as they can until I'm satisfied I can breathe normally. Scrambling from the edge of the water, everything is still impossible to see through, but I’m unwilling to test if something will drag me back under the water, so I walk forwards into the darkness. This is new
The small gasp that leaves Devlin's lips as she steps out only adds to the swelling problem in my pants. Her eyes are wide as she scans the room, but all she will find is me. She disappears to change and I've already tried distracting myself, but it wasn’t working when she was in another room and it’s definitely not working now that her scent’s floated past me again. I used the blade to slice the skin on my hand over a dozen times. It only stings for a few seconds before the wound closes up and heals, but it's long enough to offer me a moment of clarity, so I slice the blade just one… more… time. His footsteps give him away, but shortly after the key turns in the lock, Corbyn tries to sneak in. He narrows his eyes at me with a tight jaw, but what was this fucker expecting? I heard him coming the moment he made it to this floor. He glances toward the bed, and the anger rolls off of him in waves, but the way he’s looking back at me won’t do him any good. I’m furious too. Not on
Trent presses my face away from him, and the move isn’t a new one. It's always like this. A war with him between his want for me and his need for control. He knows he made me jealous, and if the situation was reversed, I’d be disfigured with dead men laying at my feet. Trent needs to let me go, but he'll never do that, and the look in his eye tells me what it's been telling me for months… I'm in danger. There are still times I feel like the old Dee. I’m head over heels in love with the hazel-eyed boy who was kind to me from the moment he laid eyes on me, and I’m so in love with him loving me that nothing else matters. But more often than not, I'm the present Dee. The Devlin he wants to be the old Dee, because the old Dee ran wild with him. She smiled and never found a single fault in any of his actions. Now, he hates my defiance because it’s directed at him. He hates my beauty because it makes Corbyn and his father look too closely at me. He doesn’t understand why I hate the