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He stepped closer, bringing a bloodied hand up to touch the side of my face. I breathed him in, briefly wondering if he could tell how much he got to me just from that simple action.
“You don’t need to say anything. I just need you to know that I’ve made a decision and, for your sake, I’m going to give you a small warning.” He lowered his mouth until his lips were mere centimeters from mine. “When I want something, I get it.”
He stepped back and turned away from me, proceeding to exit the room. “Come on, I’ll show where you can get cleaned up,” he tossed over his shoulder.
I hesitated for only a second before following. His mood had gone from brooding to cynical to murderous to determined in a thirty-minute window. I didn’t know where to begin dissecting any of it or what the fuck I was supposed to do with his ominous confession.
I should have felt some type of joy that we had gotten a semblance of a lead, but instead I was back in a state of melancholy, wondering why life had to be so damn complicated.
Chapter Eight
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I left her in my room since nowhere else in V3 was acceptable for her to be without me. I’d caught a few stares that lingered on her longer than they should have.
I expected that.
Nyx was…not gorgeous. Gorgeous was a cluster of letters strung together, and she was more than that. Men and women would always stare.
They could look all they wanted; my issue was if one thought they could touch her. I wasn’t sure Z would be okay with me slaughtering a few of our own if they tested my restraint like that.
I headed to the main room where music was already beginning to play through an old stereo rigged to a sound bar.
Scanning the open room, I didn’t see anyone worth talking to. I knew everyone wanted to talk me to, though. I didn’t blame them. I was a god amongst them, and they loved to revere at my fucked up altar.
In the center of the massive space were four mismatched couches, all empty aside from Trix. Most were outside near the fire or lingering in other parts of the room.
Greer had gone to check on the progress of the van, and Z was still off with Addy doing whatever the fuck.
I walked over to one of the plaid sofas and sat down, leaning back to get comfortable. There was still blood all over me, but I didn’t give a fuck. It was harmless.
“Are you sleeping?” Trix inquired, eyeing me carefully from the sofa across from mine.
“When I’m with Nyx.”
She grinned and leaned forward like she was about to spill some confidential secret. “So you and the reaper’s daughter, huh? It’s official now?”
“She’s mine. End of.”
“Okay then.” She nodded and sat back with the same smile on her face.
“What?” I asked, tone harsher than intended.
“Nothing,” she shrugged, reaching up to twirl a strand of pastel hair around her index finger. “But I see this coming from the very beginning.”
“Of course you did.”
“I did. You were into her when you put that blade up to her throat—which is real fucked, by the way. If she can get into a man who did that, then you two were clearly meant to be because, had that been me, your ass would have been pushing daisies.”
“If only you liked men.”
“Boy, please. You could never handle all this deluxe sweetness.” She gestured up and down her body.
I laughed under my breath, but it had me beginning to take notice of the atmosphere switching over from Venom handling shit to relaxing. The bonfire had been a telltale sign that tonight was one of the more rowdy evenings.
They were only given one day to do this shit a week. After handling things for Z and doing what needed to be done, they deserved to unwind every now and then. Sometimes, I wished I could get to that point.
“You two are either going to be the best damn thing that happened to one another, or you’re going to tear the other apart.”
