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“Ugh. Of all people it had to be him?”
“It’s because it’s him that I like him. I can tell him things and not feel judged.”
“Things like what? You…can’t possibly have told him about the kidnapping, right?”
“Well, not all of it.” But certainly more than she knows, which I feel bad about.
“You can’t possibly trust him, Mia. Besides, Niko will be pissed.”
“Niko has no right to control my love life. Landon already announced a truce that he’s been keeping despite his destructive instinct. So maybe Niko and the others should do the same.”
“You and I know that’s not how it works.” She rubs my arm. “Just…be careful, okay? You know I’m here for you, right?”
“Always.”
She nods, then retreats to her room and closes the door. I hear her talking on the phone, something about wanting to see someone, but I don’t linger around to eavesdrop.
I think she has a new relationship going on, and I have a most probable suspect, but I’ll let her be until she lets me know herself.
I go to my room and gasp when I see the large hickey on my neck.
Fucking Rory will have more than his balls brutalized the next time I see him.
I apply foundation, but the angry purple is still visible, so I put on a choker, but even that doesn’t hide it.
As a last resort, I put on a scarf that’s so against my usual fashion choices, but at least it hides the atrocity.
Again, I check my phone, but there’s still no reply from Landon.
You know what? I don’t need his permission to go and see a statue that’s supposed to be my birthday present.
I’m going back to where everything started on my own.
30
LANDON
There are times when the beast becomes so loud, I have no choice but to let him and his demon minions come out to play.
Sometimes, a mere disruption of other people’s lives is enough. Other times, that doesn’t cut it and there needs to be full-on anarchy. Perhaps arson here, destruction there, and burying seeds of chaos everywhere.
At this moment, however, my beast is not in the mood for small-time felonies. No. It’s not about satiating its urges and sending it back into hibernation.
This is about making someone pay.
In blood.
With his fucking life.
He dared to not only look in the direction of what’s fucking mine, but to also touch her. Fucking. Touch. Her.
If there’s any time I refuse to put my beast on a leash, this is it. In fact, on my way here, I smashed the shackles that kept him in place, so he’s out in his full glory.
I’ve been patiently waiting for the fucking bastard who’s living on borrowed time by the corner opposite his flat on the tenth floor of an old building. I don’t get agitated, don’t pace, and I certainly don’t lose my cool. The rage that rushes through my veins doesn’t turn me irrational; it turns me deadly calm.
Calculatively murderous.
I’ve always had impeccable control over my emotions and have never displayed strong ones. In fact, I looked down on the peasants who allowed their distorted feelings to guide their decisions.
