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I’m unable to breathe properly, let alone speak.
Creighton sways back, but he doesn’t fall. He swings his fist and it lands straight in Nikolai’s face. Blood trickles from his nose, and he groans, then wipes at it with his wrapped hand.
They go at it for some time, one hitting and the other jumping back before punching harder.
All the shouts, screams, and cries from the crowd mingle together until they become one.
It takes everything in me to stay and watch as they punch and send each other flying. But I do because this is also a part of Creighton.
There must be a reason why he is the way he is. Why he’s so intent on inflicting sexual pain and violence.
And I need to be acquainted with it.
Only then will I be able to understand Creighton.
And I want that more than anything. I can’t just take his lashes of pain and hide from the reason he became like this.
Remington jumps by the side of the ring, calling out and cheering him on. Soon after, Landon joins him, a bored expression covering his face.
Both Cecily and Bran go still at the sight of him. Only Ava continues jumping up and down. “Get him, Cray Cray! We love you!”
“Do you now?”
Ava comes to an abrupt halt, and her mouth remains slightly parted as we all turn toward the gravelly voice.
The newcomer is none other than Eli. I’ve never met him, but I’ve seen him around, and Ava made me follow him on IG so she could stalk him.
He followed me back, so we’re in that awkward situation where we’re mutuals but have never spoken.
Besides, he’s Creighton’s brother and his IG is one of the few places where there are any updates of him. Some of them are within family settings, but most are selfies where Creighton is sleeping in the background and Eli has captions like:
Documenting the Sleeping Beauty chronicles. Day 100.
The cheeky bastard fell asleep while I was talking. The audacity is presumptuous.
I asked him to choose between me and sleep. He covered his head with the sheet. Revoking brotherly rights as we speak.
Eli King looks nothing like his younger brother. They’re both handsome, but while Creigh looks like a beautiful prince, Eli is more like a serial killer prince. His build is leaner, his features sharper, cutting even. And he has black hair and dark gray eyes that could compete with pure metal.
I thought maybe the drastic difference in their looks was a case of someone taking more after one of the parents, and that’s true in Eli’s case. He does look like a carbon copy of their father. Creighton looks nothing like their mother, though, so maybe he resembles someone else from the family.
Ava’s face has gone red in the span of seconds, but she still says, “Shouldn’t you be hiding in the dark to do some satanic rituals?”
“I’m missing an important ingredient.” His expression doesn’t change. “Blood.”
Wow. Okay. Maybe the King brothers are more alike than I initially thought.
“Annika, right?” He offers me a hand and I shake it. “I’m sure Creigh talks about me all the time.”
“He actually doesn’t.” I grin, then follow up with, “But I’ve heard about you.”
His brow furrows. “Not from him?”
“No?” I answer awkwardly, thinking that’s probably not what he wants to hear.
“That cheeky bastard.” His gaze flits to the fight that’s getting heated. “Want to get out of here?”
I cast a glance at Cecily, but she pretends the fight is more important than the nuclear war currently happening.
