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“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Have you ever wanted something so much you’d do anything at all to have it?” I ask her.
“No, but if there were something I wanted badly, I think I’d probably do whatever I had to do to get it.”
“Even if it meant hurting others?” She seems to think about it for a minute before she responds.
“We were raised differently, Tamsyn. We weren’t raised with the same morals as a normal person. Who’s to say that what you would be doing was wrong or hurting others? Outside society or us? We can’t judge how things will go or how they’d be if we did what we did as princesses.” She’s right. We don’t live by the same rules or laws normal people do. We live by our own, and for the most part, what I’ve learned, they are pretty fucked up.
“Thanks, Angel. For always being here for me.”
“Is this about Rylan?” I shrug.
“Not entirely. It’s about more than just him. It’s about life, our lives, what we want. Is this what you want for your kids? For your future?” I ask her honestly.
“Is that what’s bothering you?”
“Yeah. Sometimes.”
“I suppose I haven’t really thought about it any other way. We do as we’re told, and that’s that.”
“But is that what you want? Do you want a man to dictate to you what you can and can’t do? You want to be told when you can go out and what to do while living your life?”
“Don’t you want that?” she asks, unsure what I’m aiming for here, and if I’m being honest, I’m not so sure either.
“I don’t know what I want anymore, Angel. I just … don’t know.”
Chapter 19
Rylan
I sit back with a mask over my face, one with an inverted cross on the forehead. The guys have some sort of demonic masks on, too. No one knows who is who with these on. Some guys you can see, others you don’t know who they are. It’s like being in the dark, and I love it. Being unseen. Unnoticed.
I take in the layout of Chaos, and I’m actually pretty shocked by it. Hunter did an amazing job getting this place set up, although I can’t be one hundred percent sure that the bodies hanging high above the floor in the rafters aren’t real. If they’re not, he did a damn good job at making them look it. Silas notices what I’m looking at, and his gaze moves upward, too.
“What the fuck?” he mumbles.
“Take a guess,” I tell him.
“Knowing Hunter? I’m saying they’re real.” I chuckle because he’s probably right.
The music becomes louder when more people begin to show up, and that’s when I spot Angel. If Angel is here, so is Syn. Now, my eyes track the room, but I don’t see her. Angel stands off to the side to adjust her little butterfly wings, looking toward the door. That’s when I see her. My Syn. She walks in, and the first thing I notice is the wraps on her arms. That isn’t part of the costume. I’m on my feet and heading straight for her without her even knowing it.
When I reach her, I grab her upper arm and yank her away from Angel even while Angel protests. Syn tries to fight me as usual, but I’m stronger as I drag her down the hall. When I’m far enough from the music that I can actually hear, I slam her against the wall and wait.
“What do you want?”
“What the fuck happened to your arms?” I growl low in my throat.
“I’m not doing this with you right now, Rylan. I’m here to have fun.” I cock my head to the side and study her. I see she’s getting back to her normal self after what happened the other night. I reach up and grip her chin roughly in my hand and force her to look at me through the damn mask.
“I want answers, and I want them now,” I demand. She laughs. She fucking laughs.
“I just told you I didn’t want to talk about it right now. You’ll find out soon enough. And besides, I want to party and have a good time tonight, Rylan. Can you just let me have one fucking night of fun?” Syn snaps at me. I don’t know what the hell is going on or what happened to her, but I will find out one way or another. I release her face and step back, motioning for her to go, but she doesn’t move. Instead, she reaches up, pulls my mask over my head, and stares at me for a long second. I don’t move. I let her do what she’s going to do, and honestly, I’m interested in what she wants to do.
She lifts her free hand, the one with the wrap on it around the back of my neck, and drags my face toward hers. We’re both in a heated stare-down, waiting on the other to make the first move, but that isn’t going to be me this time. It’s time to see what my little Syn is made of. When I’m about to pull away, she moves. She raises on her toes, crashing her lips to mine, and I let her. I let her take the lead on the kiss until I start kissing her back. Then everything changes because I don’t just kiss her. No. I devour her. It’s like I can’t get enough of her. It’s like being deprived of oxygen, and then when you finally get it, it’s just not enough. That’s what it feels like with Syn.
