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“Tsk, tsk, tsk… all in good time.”
“I loved you, you know I did… and you shit on everything.” I don’t turn, but only look in his eyes.
“Until you didn’t and planned to leave me. And I couldn’t have that.” He leans over more, planting his hands on the bed, and just as he’s about to climb up, a ringing blares through the room, making him pause.
He waits, enough to inhale and exhale his irritation, before he rises and pulls the phone from his front pocket.
“What?!” He frowns at the name on the screen. “When?”
I try to listen, hoping I can pick up something from the other line.
“And they want to throw in another dozen? … Okay, we need the space… In the…” He catches himself, turning to me just before he reveals something I most certainly cannot know. “Yeah, I’ll come now.” He grins at me and hangs up.
He walks around the bed, back to the middle of the room, and stops. “This is yours.” He gestures around the room. “You will not leave unless I allow you to. You will be out for meals downstairs and nothing more. You have essentials here and if anything else is needed… well, you can try asking my mother. You will stay in here until I can trust you with me in my room. It will not change your condition, but you will be allowed more freedom in this house.”
It’s a whirlwind. I’m pulled in directions I cannot even think of anymore. What’s up, what’s down, what the hell is going on? This night… this night that started so beautifully… it crashed and burned in a way I didn’t expect.
All I anticipated was a heated reaction… not a kidnapping.
He rips open the door and before he disappears through it, he turns his head slightly.
“And by the way, there is no question that I will obtain the power I deserve. I will rip it right out of the clutches of thesanctitythat rules this city.” And with that last spit off his tongue, he slams the door behind him, the pictures rattling on the walls in his wake.
The last thing I hear is the click of the locks.
* * *
VINCENT
It should not feelthe way it does. It should not make me feel like a savage, ready to burn down his fucking castle to claim her back. But it does, goddamnit, it does, and I can’t figure out when I fell. When that shadow of obsession shifted forward, the one that always cast its darkness in a deep corner of my soul, noticeable even amidst the crepuscule that already resides there.
She was always there, always.
My little obsession.
The one I wasforcedto let go of all those years ago…
I had to move on. I convinced myself that she was too young for this life anyway, even though it was bullshit. The preconceptions that come with certain ages barely applied to her, and when they did, they gave her a sort of naivety that made her even more desirable, a perfect mold that you could model in the right way, with the right qualities. Not that she needed much modeling, but… I wanted to be the one to teach her about the affliction that lives upon this world, and show her how to corrupt it so it bends at your will. And goddamnit, she had will. That fire that dominated her was ravenous even then, and so goddamn dangerous, it took me too long to stop worrying that she’d end up in fucking jail, or… dead.
Eventually, I had no choice. And I managed to convince myself that this way, she would stay out of this world, my world, and she’d be safer.
Eight, or nine years later, I don’t even know anymore, and here we are… magnets that finally turned the right way around and got pulled to each other once again.
“You look rough.”
I sigh and look up. Bright blue eyes grin at me, only the moment they actually catch my gaze, they darken.
“What’s wrong?!”
You can always tell when Finn gets serious, because that pretty boy face suddenly becomes sharper, his lean, wide shoulders pull back and somehow seem to widen more, his whole stance just shifts, making you feel like you’re in the savannah, out in the open, and a cheetah has its eyes on you. You want to run, and even if you do, you know there’s no way you’re going to be fast enough.
I open my mouth to speak as Madds walks in. “You know, one of these days I’m going to walk into this bar and your faces are not going to look the way they do now. What the fuck happened now?!”
I swipe a palm over my face, then settle my elbows on my knees, clutching my hands together.
“Holt took Morrigan O’Rourke.”
“Wait, what do you mean hetookher? I thought they lived together, future wife and all.” Finn sits in the opposite armchair, confused, and I narrow my eyes on him, slits warning him off.
