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I was sick of biting my tongue and not saying anything. I gave him a hard shove, and he toppled backwards onto the sofa.
“What I did with Jasper is none of your fucking business,” she shouted, her eyes gleaming gold as the emotions rose inside her. I loved it, loved to see that wild side shining out of her like that, but I couldn’t and she couldn’t, and fuck, my head...
“It is our fucking business,” I yelled. I reached out and grabbed her again, this time dragging Jack’s hoodie up over her head. It made her hair stand out in all directions, and I laughed at the sight. She growled and tried to hit me, but I caught her wrist and spun her around, marching her to the other side of the room where a large, wooden framed mirror hung on the wall. I turned her around and pulled at her dress. The zipper stuck, so I grabbed it with both hands and tore it down the middle, revealing her back in the mirror as I pulled her against me. Unfortunately, seeing the livid red marks, the evidence that he’d hurt her, really got to me.
“See? How is this not my business? I am supposed to stop anyone from hurting you, and then you fucking go and let him do this?” She opened her mouth, but I wasn’t finished. I reached out and slid my finger across her face, wiping off the smear of dried blood that still clung to her chin. “And this? What excuse do you have for this?”
She stared at my finger, opening and shutting her mouth a couple of times but not getting the words out.
“West.” Jack was at my side again, trying to gently pull me away from her, but I wasn’t having it.
“No!” I yelled at him. “No, she has to know, she has to be told.”
“Not like this,” Jack insisted.
“She’s never going to fucking understand if we don’t make it clear,” I argued.
“What? Make what clear?” She grabbed my hand and licked my finger, swirling her tongue over the tip until the blood was gone, and then her eyes flew up to mine.
“That isn’t your blood,” she said.
“No it fucking isn’t,” I replied. “It belongs to the guy in the bar. Remember him? The guy you were practically riding in front of everyone just before you leaned down and nearly took his throat out? Remember him?”
She remembered. I saw it in her eyes, the way her face paled, and when her eyes widened. “No.”
“You fed on a fucking human, Tory. You lost control and fed on a fucking human. Don’t you understand? If you get found out, if the other gods hear about this, they’ll come down on you like a plague of scorpions and not even Ra will be able to save you. They will rip you apart and us too.”
“West, enough.”
“No, she needs to realise she’s dead now. We’re all fucking dead now. All dead.” I was ranting and raving, and I knew it. I just couldn’t seem to stop what was coming out of my mouth. Tory had pulled free and was backing away from me, holding her torn dress up to cover her breasts. I turned towards her, half wanting to yell at her some more, and half wanting to rip that dress away from her, bend her over the sofa, and fuck her until she couldn’t scream anymore. A small part of me just wanted to wrap my arms around her waist and cry while she held me, while she reassured me everything would be okay.
Crack.Jack’s fist connected with my skull. I felt a final burst of pain and saw the coffee table from a whole new angle just before I hit the floor and the world went dark.
Twelve
TORY
Iwasconsciousforquite a while before I dared to open my eyes. Pain lanced through my head as I did so, even though the room was dark with only a faint glimmer of light shining in around the heavy blinds that had been pulled down. I squinted and looked around the unfamiliar room. It was up in the eaves of a timber framed house. The beautiful oak beams were left in their natural colour, and the white walls accentuated their simple beauty. Doors and floors had been left as base wood as well, with simple wooden furniture and white bed linens. A couple of paintings hung on opposite walls, one showing the pyramids of Giza, the other a temple I didn’t recognise. They were done in bright watercolours and really gave a pop of colour to the room. A pop I could have done without. I closed my eyes again and groaned softly to myself.
My phone buzzed on the bedside table, though I didn’t remember putting it there or putting myself to bed. At that thought, I lifted the white duvet and looked at my body. I still wore my underwear from the night before, which I would definitely need to change as soon as possible, and a plain white t-shirt that swamped me and nearly reached my knees. It was probably Jack’s. I sniffed at the sleeve. No, West’s.
West... Something hovered in my memory from the night before, but everything was fuzzy and my head was hurting too much to go there. I reached out to grab the phone as it buzzed a third time, wincing as the t-shirt moved over my back, reminding me of the bruises I probably had from last night.
“Hello?” My voice was cracked and harsh, like I’d been screaming. A sudden and not unpleasant flashback to Jasper’s hotel room reminded me why that was.
“Tory? Hey, what’s up? I’ve not heard from you in ages!”
I scrunched my face up, doing basic maths. “Hattie, I texted you three days ago.”
“I know, but you didn’t text me last night, and I want all the details, so spill!”
“Details?” I asked.
“About you and Jasper of course! It’s all over social media that the two of you are back together. So come on, tell me, what happened?”
I yawned loudly. “Hattie, I’d love to fill you in, but you just woke me up and I have the hangover from hell. Can I call you later with details?”
“Okay, I can wait for the details later if you give me the gist now.”
