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“Maybe.” I shrug. “Also important, yes?”
“In emergencies… yeah.” She sounds out of breath while she attempts to hide how those walls of defense are slowly crumbling.
That’s a good sign. I’m not a villain with this shield of protection on my face. I can be… a decent human being.
“Thank you, Zander,” she whispers and accepts the medicine bottles. “You don’t need to be nice to me over the whole ‘I wanted to kill everyone’ movement earlier. Or with the guard.”
“I’m not being nice to you out of pity,” I mutter. “You… just remind me of…” I’m not sure I want to admit it.
“Remind you of an ex? Someone you loved? Who?”
“You remind me of me,” I confess and look into her surprised eyes. “What if I told you I never wanted to be a Ruthless King?”
“I wouldn’t believe you,” she calmly answers.
“Good.” I smirk at that one. “But I’m being truthful for once, Dolcezza.”
“Why would you want to miss out on this role of power at Leighton Royals University?”
“The same way you’d want for everyone to move forward and not acknowledge who almost shattered your world,” I whisper as we maintain eye contact. “If I tell you, would you do one more challenge?”
She doesn’t hesitate to reply.
“Hit me with what you got,” she encourages.
My mind is already working overtime, but as I look into her eyes that dance with intrigue, excitement, and hints of hope, I can accept this is the first time I wish to share the raw truth of my downfall in this world of bloodshed and mystery.
“Let me take you to where we’ll conduct the initiation.”
16
CARVE MY FLESH AND VOW FOR VENGEANCE ACT II
~GEMINI~
“Walking on sand in two-thousand-dollar shoes should be considered illegal,” I confess. The glaring discomfort in my tone matches the expression that’s firm on my face.
The soft chuckle from ahead only makes me move my displeasure stare to Zander—my Masked Lover.He’s still wearing that illuminated mask of his, but I’m surprised by his outstretched hand.
“Is that why women hate getting sand in their pussy?”
It’s such a random comment, yet it has me snickering.
“Have you had sand on your cock?” I counter.
“No.”
“We can change that,” I offer and can only wonder what expression he’s giving me beneath that layer of protection.
“Nah,” he mutters but doesn’t pull his hand away. Seeing it outstretched in wait for my touch encourages me to lay myhand in his. Zander doesn’t look like the intimate type, but I appreciate him trying to help me out.
I shouldn’t get used to this type of behavior with my sealed destiny on the horizon, but after our conversation earlier with his offered encouragement to figure out something that would keep him accountable, I allow myself to wonder, ‘What if?’
What if I could spend tidbit moments passionately loving this masked mystery while juggling the cruel psychotic side that can’t hide behind a mask when facing the rest of the world?
It’s a thrilling balance I wish to explore.
“Heard Matteo one time blew up an entire squad of junkies who ruined one of his business flight projects. It was payback for him shutting down their spot to open some luxury spa shit down at Leighton Square. This was before Leighton became the base of financial stability and eventually, abundance. The man complained about having a sandy crotch for weeks.”
