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“Yeah?” I ask, not having looked at the screen this time.
“True?” Eros asks, and I hold in a yelp.
“Shit, sorry. I was distracted,” I confess, turning, so my back is to my door, and I can stare out the bedroom window. I can’t focus on anything Eros says if I’m looking at the painting. Nibbling on my lip, I hope like hell he doesn’t know what I’ve been up to here.
“Do you have a progress update for me?” he asks, getting straight to business.
“Oh, yeah, for sure. Let's see. Uh, I had Milo go on a few unsuccessful dates. I swear he’s immune to my flirtation magic.” I leave out the fact that he responded just fine to my lust. “Bellamy has made great progress. He’s over his ex, and unlike his best friend, he responded to my flirtation magic quite well. There’s a woman that frequents his bar that he might be going out with soon!” I ignore the spike of pain that thought sends through my chest. “Clay has really opened up emotionally, and isn’t as ‘love-struck puppy’ as he was before.” I hmm, as I think for a moment. “Uh, I think they’ll all be ready for Cupid's arrow soon. Maybe another month,” I say, hoping he can’t tell how badly I just want to stay for one more month.
“And the boy?”
“Oh, Cooper is amazing! I actually find him easy to care for. I thought I’d hate being a nanny in disguise, but it’s been great.”
“Very good, I’ll call aga–”
Eros’s words are cut off by the sound of my bedroom door slamming open. It scares the shit out of me, making me leap to my feet, which, of course, makes my wings flap wildly. I spin, thinking it must be Cooper, but instead I find a very angry Milo.
His face is contorted with betrayal, and I drop my phone. My mind explodes with panic, and my wings flap so hard, that magical pink dust flies around the room.
“I- I- I–” I try to explain, but I can’t get the words out. I can barely breathe, as Milo’s expression turns from dark anger to shocked horror.
“Wings…” he whispers, as he stares at something behind me.
“Oh, no, no…” I throw my hands up in my panic and hit him with a blast of magic. He grunts, clutching his chest, and his jaw drops as my magic sinks in and he realizes how it affects him.
“You manipulated me. You lied to me! And then you used some kind of… of… magic?! What the fuck is even happening…” Milo is flopping between shock and anger, and I still can’t breathe.
“No, I–”
“Everything was a lie. You don’t give a shit about Cooper! You don’t give a shit about me either, do you!” He points his finger at me, but his words feel like a steel bar piercing my chest. I start crying, shaking my head, as I try to take several steps toward Milo.
“None of that is true, I do care!” I plead, but he shakes his head, refusing to listen.
“Stay the fuck away from me, you fucking liar!” he shouts, making me flinch, because I’ve never heard him raise his voice, and the pure hatred in his tone is tearing me apart like a wet piece of paper.
“I love Cooper,” I say, needing him to know that. Terrified he’ll tell Cooper the opposite.
“You don’t love shit. Get the fuck out, before I call the police. If you’re still here in an hour, I’ll drag you out of here myself.” He spits his words like venom, before turning and slamming the door shut as he leaves.
The crack of the door covers the sound of my knees hitting the floor, as I fall to the ground, sobbing.
Every inch of me is nothing but pure pain. What will he tell Coop? What will he tell the others? The pain I feel is soul deep, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to pull myself up off the floor.
“Mason,” I whisper, because he’s the only person I know who might be a worse Cupid than I am. He won’t judge me or scold me.
“Oh, hell, what’s happened?” he asks, as he appears in my room. No, not my room. Not anymore.
“I need help,” I croak between sobs, and he scoffs.
“No shit, kid.” He isn’t mocking me, though, but I am clearly in crisis.
Mason fell in love with a human, and when she broke his heart, he went dark side. Now, the Dark Cupid has a reputation for breaking heartbreakers. He’s one of the few Dark Cupids that Eros still employs.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admit, as I lift my head and flinch away from the stone-cold look in his eyes. That's just Mason. He cares, but his mask never slips. Not anymore. “Just get me out of here, Marmaduke…” I hiss, aiming my hurt at him, and he smirks.
“Well, at least there's still a piece of you in there somewhere. You should have called Eros,” he says, as he heads to my closet, and I manage to drag myself off the floor.
Barely.
