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I had two dressers that matched my headboard—one tall and skinny, and the other big and wide, which held my television. Rain hadn’t skimped on my TV. The damn thing wasn’t that much smaller than the one in the living room. He claimed that because I was a girl, I needed my own personal space to retreat to.
Really, I just thought that meant he was afraid of periods and didn’t want to watch what I liked on the TV in the living room. Perhaps he should have given me the room with a private bathroom and then actually been home enough to complain about what was playing on the TV in our common space.
I also had a cute, comfy chair in my room and a bookshelf I’d yet to fill with anything but a couple of my favorite books I’d picked up. It was missing photographs and personal touches that my old bedroom had, but I kept telling myself that, given enough time, I’d be able to replace them with new ones.
What I really wanted to do was see if Rain would take a trip with me to where I’d lived to see if there was anything left. I didn’t ask because I didn’t want to be selfish when there’d been so much bad shit happening all around us for so long.
I would have liked to have Finn come and hang out with me in my now clean and super comfy bedroom, but I also thought that maybe that would give him the wrong impression and possibly make him uncomfortable.
I was placing all of my goodies on the coffee table in front of the couch in the living room when the knock came on the front door.
Finn was here.
Shit.
I was ready for him, but I also very much wasnot.I’d never done this or anything like it before, and I didn’t know how to do it.
What the hell was I supposed to do now?
5
All Hope Was Lost For Me
Finn
I was nervous, and that kind of pissed me off.
I had been excited about the prospect of spending time with her, but Romero had gone out of his way to try and scare me off and as far away as I could get while living with that fucking asshole.
I’d thought about running after he’d left my apartment and getting as far away from these fucking people who were magnets for all the horrors in life as I could possibly get, because I had enough horror of my own to last me a lifetime.
I didn’t run away, though, because I couldn’t. There was something in Isobel’s dark, dark eyes that drew me in and held me prisoner.
One of my dads had once told me that there was a female witch out there for everyone, and when you metthe one,you’d feel it deep in your soul and right down to your balls. I hadn’t believed him, even though he’d been very much in love with my mother. They all had.
I’d always been interested in other boys. The only female witches I’d met were my mother and my sisters.
Then I met Ariel, and she did nothing for my dick, but she sure brought me hope for the future—a better future and a safer place for all of us.
She was kind of a disappointment, but with time and maturity, I held out hope that she’d get better anddobetter.
Then I locked eyes with the beautiful woman that is Isobel and, well…
All hope was lost for me.
I fell into those eyes, and I never wanted to come back out again.
She made me nervous, freakishly so. I didn’t get nervous around the men I was attracted to. I was assertive and dominant, and I took what I wanted when it was offered up to me.
Rebel was the last person I had been intimate with, and it had been a long time since I’d even thought about wanting anyone else.
I mourned Rebel because I mourned having someone of my own, but I didn’t mourn him because I loved him, even though I’d let people think that. It might have made me a bad person, but I didn’t give a fuck.
I wouldn’t have needed to lie if they’d stayed out of my damn business, but I was finding that the Alexander coven didn’t care much for having boundaries, and they were constantly all up in everyone else’s shit twenty-four seven.
I found the whole thing to be quite obnoxious. I’d been on my own for so long that I didn’t know how to handle their intensity, and I didn’t want it.
Rebel had been different though. He’d known what I was and had practically worshipped me for it. He’d been a serious poser, but he’d taken my cock like a champ, and I had loved that about him.
