Shit! This isn’t happening! Fight him, Killi, for fuck’s sake!
“Seriously, Killien, shut the fuck up!”
I hear my brother gasp as Owen’s arm extends and tenses. Killien’s beautiful, delicate hands rise up, trying to reach for his attacker’s face but settling for scratching his arm instead. My lips tremble as I stare, frozen. Completely and utterly shocked. I can’t fucking move!
“You thought I’d just feed you for nothing?” Owen’s voice is horribly condescending, showing his true colors, finally. I knewthere was something wrong with him! “I’m not giving you my precious blood unless I get something back. So stop fighting and relax, will you? It will only hurt more if you don’t. I’m fucking you either way.”
Oh, hell no!
Not gonna happen.
Not under my watch.
Twenty-Six
Killien
Shit! This can’t be happening!
Owen’s words resonate in my head. I’m panicking and I can’t breathe. His hand is choking me so hard that I think I might die. But I can’t, right? Vampires don’t die by asphyxiation. Still, no matter how hard I dig my nails into his arms, he doesn’t flinch. I try to kick him off, but he’s straddling me.
At least I’m wearing my boxers, and he’s still in his jeans. He’s gonna a have to let go of me at some point. That will be my chance to get the fuck out of here. There’s no point in getting into a fight. I’m not sure I can win against him.
“Seriously, Killien.” His green eyes stare down at me with a kind of hatred I’ve never seen in them before. “I’ve been too patient with you—I let it slide the first night because it was your first time with another guy. And I was good enough to wait until now, but business is business.”
“Fuck you—” I manage to whisper before he squeezes my throat tighter.
Owen grins at me like it’s all a sick joke to him. “No, I’m going to fuck you, baby. But don’t worry, you’ll love it and beg for more in the end.”
How could I not see this coming? I’m such an idiot!
I should have stayed home with Damien. I should have never let him get out of the car today. Fuck Jacob, fuck Owen, fuckeveryone. I should have asked what’s really been happening to my brother. I should have opened up to him about my feelings too. Maybe then, I wouldn’t be in this ridiculous situation.
I close my eyes for a second as I swallow, trying desperately to pull Owen’s hand off my neck. I dig my fingers in between his, but he doesn’t budge. Until I hear him cry out in pain and he’s gone.
As I gasp for my first breath, choking and coughing, my vision goes blurry with tears from the pain. Blinking over and over, I try to get a glimpse of the commotion right in front of me.
“What the fuck?!” Owen yells. His body seems to be pressed against the brick wall, a smaller black figure standing right in front of him. “Did you just stab me?”
I sit on the sofa and rub my eyes, trying to get my vision to clear out. But I’m still coughing, and all I can see is the two figures moving slightly.
“You’re fucking dead.”
That voice . . . Damien?
But it can’t be. How is it possible? What’s he doing here?
“Let go of me, you fucking freak!” Owen hisses.
There’s a loud thud and a horrible cracking noise. The particular crack of bones. Hard ones. Owen cries out in pain again as I finally blink the tears away and stare at what is actually happening.
A trail of blood extends from between my legs towards the brick accent wall, splattered across the pristine white floors. The black figure is indeed Damien, holding Owen against the wall next to the fireplace.
Not just that, but Owen’s feet aren’t even touching the floor. There’s blood slowly dripping from his head on the brick wall behind him. His neck is turning red and purple under the pressure of Damien’s hand. My brother looks so delicate in his sexy outfit, and yet he’s holding a vampire bigger than him as if it’s nothing.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Damien yells, his free hand wielding the pocketknife he carries with him everywhere. The one I gifted him years ago.
Owen laughs and coughs. “I’d love to see you try, little one.”
