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She smells of subtle magnolia imitating a breeze in the aftermath of freezing winter. I sink my fingers in the mass of her platinum blonde hair and ribbons, then push it aside to reveal her ear.
I lean forward, my lips finding the shell of her ear before I bite harshly, to the point that she jolts.
My dick thickens further, appreciating her reaction a bit too much. He’s known to be whorish, but not this much. Besides, I’m not usually attracted to someone who poses a direct threat to me.
Another first. Interesting.
I release the shell of her ear and whisper, “Better close your windows at night. You never know what might crawl through them.”
6
MIA
Aweek later, I’m sitting with Bran in the game room in the Elites’ mansion.
My relationship with this space is complicated at best. I love the vibe, but I’m not a fan of how big it is. Low red lighting casts a glow on our faces and around huge screens on the wall.
The chairs are comfortably massive, and sometimes, we opt to use the sofa so I can hit Bran whenever we’re playing opposite each other.
He’s competitive, but he’s not a sore loser.
Me? I don’t have sportsman spirit whatsoever. What? I don’t take well to losing.
Bran, however, is a total angel, which is why it’s no fun to win against him. It’s impossible to penetrate his walls or talk shit to him.
Then again, it’s easier to lose against him since he doesn’t really rub his win in your face.
He’s usually the only one who comes to this room since, I believe, he’s the sole gamer in the house.
After numerous visits, I’ve come to the conclusion that many men live in this mansion—Bran, his two cousins, his friend, and, most importantly, the devil himself.
My blood roars at the thought of that bastard and his gloating “Checkmate” before he left me stunned in the club. But none of that was as horrifying as the absolute skin-crawling sensation I felt when he touched me.
Not only did he touch me, but he alsobitme like some freaking dog.
The shell of my ear is still in flames from when his teeth sunk into it like a starved monster.
It hurt, damn it.
But the pain paled in comparison to the pure terror that shot through my veins.
Even the thought of him now makes my spine jerk and goosebumps erupt on my skin.
I don’t succumb to threats, but his were different. His included a vibrant image of my sister being used for his revenge. Worse, my sister would be used as his response to my hotheadedness.
Maya didn’t initially agree to the plan of giving the bastard a pig blood makeover, but she’s also my ride-or-die and refuses to let me go on these sorts of missions alone.
I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if she were in danger because of me. Over the past week, I’ve been trying to protect her and told her to be careful, but she has little to no self-preservation skills and can’t be left to her own devices.
Maya and Nikolai take so much after Mom’s go-getter personality. They slam in headfirst—either they get their way or they die trying.
I’ve always been like my dad. Silent but deadly. Appears sophisticated but could kill you with a smile.
That sense of confidence, however, seems to have left the building since my ill-fated encounter with Landon.
Not only have I been over-the-top paranoid, but my sleep has been plagued by malicious nightmares from a time in my past that I can’t seem to forget.
I haven’t spoken to Mom and Dad for a while out of fear that they’ll see right through me.
