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My eyes widened in shock as I took her in and realized she'd left her face bare for me to see. I'd seen it before but only one time and it had been an angry red, scary, fucked up mess that had made me sick to my stomach to look at. It wasn't nearly as horrifying as it had been right after it'd happened. I was grateful for that.
It had made me damn near physically ill to know that she'd been permanently scarred because of me. Yeah, yeah, I know she'd done horrible things to me and one could say she deserved what she got, and if that one was Uncle Quint he'd tell you that by no means did he think she deserved what she got because he thought she needed more shit piled on top of having her face fucked up before she even got close to getting what she deserved. I even kind of agreed with him, to a point. But it went against everything that had been engrained in me since childhood to see a female with magic harmed in any way. Most witches could care less about what happened to the non-magically inclined but I wouldn't have wanted to see any female, witch or not, suffer what Annabell had been forced to suffer by the hands of my very scary Uncle. It just seemed wrong to me to hurt women.
It hadn't only been Uncle Quint who'd disagreed with me. All of my other coven members had disagreed, save for Dash who'd kept his opinion on the matter to himself. Like he did when it came to most things. I honestly didn't think he'd cared what happened to her one way or another. Dash had a skewed view on women in general, though, so I wasn't really sure how much his opinion in the matter would have mattered to me, if at all.
Annabell quickly masked her emotions and adopted one of profound hurt.
I shook my head. The hurt, whether it was fake or not, wasn't about to work on me.
"I'm sorry, Ty," Annabell whispered in her raspy voice that used to make my dick hard just hearing it but now had the opposite effect on me and I felt like I'd been kicked in the balls. "I miss you and want a chance at friendship with you. I think if you could just accept my apology and forgive me for how I've wronged you then I think the two of us could be great friends."
The inside of my wrist burned and I looked down at the hands I'd held tightly in my lap to keep myself from picking up my silverware and throwing it at the bitch’s head.
Uncle Quint had inked his blood along with a protection spell into the inside of my left wrist. It was a permanent tattoo that would sometimes need a reboot in the magic and blood departments that had freaked me out when he'd first offered to put it on me. Tattoos were for life unless you wanted to pay a shit load of money to have them removed and needed to be thought about thoroughly before getting one. Uncle Quint had refused to take no for an answer and I'd been pissed but yielded to his wishes like the good little boy he often times forgot that I wasn't but more often than not likely wished Iwas.
Now I found myself grateful for his pushiness and need to get his way on everything because he'd once again saved my ass in a really big way.
That tattoo on the inside of my wrist burned to let me know when another witch was trying to use magic against me and it also kept me safe from itactuallyworking against me.
This bitch, thisfuckingbitch, was trying to go against the law and use magic against me to control me a-fucking-gain.
My blood boiled.
But cooled almost immediately because I feared there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I had witnessed with my own two eyes her on her stomach getting it from multiple Council cocks. The same Council who was supposed to have punished her for her behavior the first time. And maybe, for her, it even was a punishment, a hideously fucked up punishment.
But it wasn't enough for me.
Who knew?
And here I was just talking about how I didn't think it right to hurt women. Now, I was thinking in my head that Annabell wasn't hurt enough for what she'd done.
I shook my head to clear it and glared across the table at her.
I didn't bother bringing up the fact she'd tried to use magic on me. She'd only just deny it and then tell me to prove it.
Fuck her.
"What do you really want, Annabell?" I demanded to know.
I desperately needed to know why in the hell she was here. Not because Ireallywanted to know but because I had a sick feeling in my gut that she was here to fuck with my family and seek revenge against my Uncle for permanently scarring her face and against me and the other guys for allowing him to do it in the first place. Briefly, I wondered if she knew it had been Julian who'd made the concoction that destroyed her face in the first place. I seriously hoped not because I didn't want her to single him out like she was now doing to me.
"I told you," she rasped out. "I want you to forgive me and I want to be your friend."
She pouted and I couldn't help my lip from curling in horror, this time at the sight of the ruined side of her face, her destroyed lip, in the form of a pout. It was disturbing, really.
Her big eyes blinked at me doe-ishly and my wrist burned again. Her face wavered slightly before clearing and I felt my lungs burning in rage.
She thought I couldn't see the messed-up half of her face because she was pouring out magic at an alarming rate that was going to burn her out before long because she was covering her scars and hiding things with magic so the world around her only saw the pretty part she wanted them to see. I couldn't blame her for it and completely understood why she usually wore a mask that covered up that half of her face. Covens all across the U.S. talked about the half mask she wore to cover up her scars and sneered whenever her name came up in conversation. Hearing people talk shit about her hadn't made me feel any better but worse because initially my instinct had been to shut that shit down and attack them for saying bad shit about her because she had meant that much to me. It had burned me up inside to not defend her even though she'd done her damnedest to destroy me. I had gotten passed the initial need to defend her but that didn't mean I had ever enjoyed people verbally slamming her because I hadn't. It had always made me feel like shit about myself whenever I heard the whispered words behind hands about her whenever I was around.
How stupid and pathetic had I been to let her sink her claws in and take advantage of me in the first place? Beyond anything comprehensible, that's how fucking stupid I was.
"I don't want to be your friend," I growled at her.
She blinked and I caught the surprise on her face before she masked it.
"Ty," she muttered huskily.
Yeah, right. I didn't think so. Right now, I wanted to hug my Uncle Quint because she couldn't figure out how her magic wasn't working on me and it was confusing her. What's more hilarious was the fact I knew she couldn't keep up her magical act for a whole lot longer without passing out face down on the table. I would have jumped up and cheered if that were to happen. Then, I would have left her ass there to fend for herself because not even I was willing to help her out anymore and I had a feeling that after she'd just tried to force herself on me once again that never again would I give a shit if she were hurt or not.
