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And Aeron was still staring at me.
Way to go. You’re going to break that man in half.
He’s going to kill us for being down here.
Daemon, what the fuck has gotten into you? You’re supposed to be the big bad wolf. He’s not going to kill us.
But… he could.
“Kitten.”
His eyes hardened, and I stepped back a third time, pressing myself against one of the freezers adorning the back wall, eyes wide. Cased in. Great. I was going to die today, and it would be my own fault. Aeron seemed disappointed in my reaction. But I had no idea how to tell him what I was feeling. Or how to explain that I felt like I was channeling someone else.
He stepped forward again, and I squealed, “Please don’t kill me.” Where the fuck had that come from?
Aeron frowned, “Excuse me?” Ah, fuck. Yep, definitely broke him. Aeron retreated, trying to school his pained emotions. I had never been scared of him before. Five seconds ago, I had been enthralled by death being so close to my face. And now, I was imagining all the sick ways Aeron could chop me up on his kitchen table.
“I—I—you probably never leave the basement unlocked, and I… I was just curious. I promise. I didn’t do anything and…” I tried to clear my throat and steady my voice. That didn’t even work. I screamed at Dark and Daemon for help, but they were frozen, unsure how to handle the situation. Well… that made three of us.
“Why do you think I’d kill you? Kitten, talk to me.” He was using that sweet, calm voice with me. The one I liked to melt into. It wasn’t working right now.
“I… it’s okay that I’m down here?” I shivered worse than a wet rat, trying to figure out which door I could escape through, but I had cornered myself in between the freezers, preparing for the worst. There was no way out of here, and while I knew that Aeron wasn’t a fan of killing, he was more than capable.
Aeron raised an eyebrow, obviously confused. “Why would I be mad about that? I lock the basement out of habit, not because I’d be angry if you came down here.”
“You’re not mad?” I lifted off the wall, my fear quieting down. Slightly. My voices had stopped trying to hide, rearing their heads to see what Aeron would do. I’d have to ask Daemon what the fuck was going on. This wasn’t the first time they had abandoned me.
The side door opened, and Slash slipped through with Samael trailing him, both stopping short when they saw how we were positioned. Samael's shoulders were hunched, a tortured aura surrounding him, and Slash seemed… tired.
My fear returned in full force as my eyes flitted between them, Dark and Daemon disappearing again. I gritted my teeth, vainly trying to deal with these emotions on my own. I was on the verge of another freakout, and I could feel that this one would be one of the worst. I knew from experience that one too many meltdowns were equivalent to insanity—something I couldn’t come back from. Maybe hanging out with three murderers wasn’t the safest choice.
Samael stalked forward, fists clenched and eyebrows furrowed. “What did you do to him?” His voice was gruff, and his expression held more anger than seemed appropriate for the situation. Right—he was probably my father’s choice of protective detail.
My men were staring at me, waiting for a response. I finally opened my mouth, my voice barely over a whisper. “Nothing.” The shaking had sort of stopped, but I knew my eyes were round saucers, and the innocence poured out of them. Samael always worried when I freaked out—like he had broken me or something.
Slash shook his head, glaring at Aeron, “He’s down here. How did he get down here?”
Aeron tried to play it off, but he was also one step away from breaking down. I had heard that Aeron’s breakdowns were frightening; I just didn’t need that right now. He gestured to the basement door. “The door was unlocked. I guess I forgot.”
Samael’s gaze hadn’t left me, but his next words were directed toward Aeron. “You mean you’ve been getting a little too comfortable. Goddamnit, look at him. He’s shaking like a leaf.”
Pretty sure Samael was the pot calling the kettle black, seeing as how he had fucked me right next to a dead body, smothered in some guy’s blood, but my body was still rebelling as I whimpered, “Are you all going to kill me?” I blinked a few times but didn’t feel fear anymore. Heck, I felt like I was playing a part. A part that I was miscast for. One that I had been forced into. I felt like a goddamn spectator watching this guy named Killian freak out in Aeron’s lair. I wanted to boo at him, throw some tomatoes, and yank him the fuck off stage.
I wasn’t terrified of Aeron or what he would do to me. I don’t think I truly ever was. But my body had other ideas…
“What the fuck brought this on?” Slash’s face had turned from concern to anger. Like righteous anger. Like, I was pretty sure The Skinner was about to show up in this basement and turn on his closest friends. I wasn’t terribly against the idea—well, watching it anyway.
Primrose, what the fuck?
I shrugged to myself as Aeron answered. “I don’t know. I have no fucking idea. I found him down here, licking his lips and staring at what was in the freezer. And then he just started freaking out.”
We were licking our lips? I know K was staring at that… that head, but… K, what’s going on?
I’m beginning to think we’re losing it here.
Samael grunted, “No one’s going to kill you. Killian, what the fuck is going on?” I didn’t know how to answer that because, while I looked like I was about to run, I felt pretty safe right now. Like… unnaturally safe. And horny. Fuck, I needed to get laid. I tried to bury that thought because that made me feel even more like a sick fuck than I already was. Samael approached the chest freezer, just feet from where I was still pressed against the back freezer, “Goddamnit.” His arms widened, beckoning me closer, “Killian, come here.”
I hesitated, watching the other two for a moment. Samael seemed less murdery, even though he could be just as fierce. But my father had put him on my protective detail, so that was worth something, right? I ran to him, flinging into the safety of his embrace. He stroked the back of my neck as I sagged against his chest, relishing the warmth that it provided. I tried to figure out why I had been so terrified, but I came up short.
