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I sigh, shrugging his hand off. “What do you expect me to do? She’s responsible for Myrcella’s death. Her entire family and guild have murdered my own and continue to murder those close to me. Do you want me to just give up on my plans because of who her mother was?”
He shakes his head. “You know that I don’t,”
“Then get a fucking grip. It’s up to me to see this through,” I say, then sit back on my bike. “I know you feel like you have to look out for her, but remember, she’s been trained by her father this entire time. Her hatred for our kind runs deeper than any connection you had with Giselle.”
“Not when she’s around you,” he scoffs, then turns around and storms off.
I don’t even have to ask what he means by that because he’s implied it before - he thinks there’s something more going on between Katherine and me.
I decide to put it out of my mind and speed out of the estate, but when I look over my shoulder, I can see her standing at the window and staring at me as I drive away.
What is it about this fucking woman that just draws me to her like a magnet? Not only that, but why doesn’t she fight me off when I get too close to her?
For someone trained in killing supernatural creatures, Katherine sure is making it easy for me to corrupt her.
Unless it’s all part of her grand escape plan; get close to me so I can let my guard down, then kill me as I sleep. However, she used to look at me with nothing but disgust before, but now she looks at me like she wants me to fuck her right into tomorrow. What’s the deal with that anyway?
The more I think about it, the more I realize that Valentine is right; I do need to stop the filthy play with her because it’s messing with my head.
Myrcella is dead because of her, so many of my men have perished at her hand, and even though she had no part to play in it, my family is still dead because of her name.
As long as I keep that in the forefront, I should be fine… even if she’s intoxicating as fuck.
I pull up outside of Void and walk inside, noticing that the inside seemed rowdier than usual. It’s only when I get to the VIP section that I see why - Church is openly having his cock sucked while drinking from another woman.
More women were waiting in line while kissing and touching one another: in other words, there’s a literal fucking orgy happening in my club.
I growl and head up to the DJ booth, killing the music and then grabbing the mic. “EVERYONE, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CLUB RIGHT NOW!” I growl, knowing that my eyes were crimson but not giving a shit.
His eyes snap up to me while the patrons storm out, and I see them shining with fear intermingled with some other emotion.
Church has never acted out like this before; he might be quick to anger and moody as hell, but he’s never done something that would jeopardize the nest.
He might as well have advertised that we’re vampires.
When the place is empty, I walk to the bar, grab a bottle of Jack and saunter over to where he’s sitting and pouting. He’s not wearing a t-shirt but still has on his jeans and boots; his long hair looks wilder than before as if he’s raked his fingers through it one too many times.
“Put your fucking dick away and tell me what the hell is going on with you,” I say, sitting down next to him and handing him the bottle.
The place reeks of sex, but there’s something else hidden underneath the lust - sadness. Church has been acting odd these last few days, but I just chalked it down to him still being upset over Myrcella’s death.
Could he have taken her death harder than I thought?
He sighs, then sits forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “You’re going to kill me,” he says and scoffs. “I was hoping someone else would do it before you figured out what happened.”
Mark me down as officially worried.
“You’re as close to me as my own brothers were, Nikolas,” I say, placing my hand on his back and referring to him by his given name. “You can tell me anything. Is this about Myrcella?”
He shakes his head and takes a long swig of the bottle. “I wish it were as simple as me grieving,” he says, then turns his head and looks me straight in the eye. “What would you do if you couldn’t carry out an order from your father?”
I frown, knowing that I haven’t given him an order in a while. “I would carry it out anyway since he’s my Maker, and his will is absolute,” I say.
“But what if his will… isn’t absolute? What if there was something stronger than the Maker’s Sire?” he asks. His brown eyes are tinged with regret, but when I shift my vision to crimson, I can still see the Green Thread of Fate linking us.
“The only thing more potent than a Maker’s Sire would be….” I trail off, and my eyes widen when I realize what he’s asking me. “It would be a Fated Bond.”
The anguish in his eyes, which I thought was anguish over Myrcella’s death, might just be something else entirely. He hands me back the bottle and rests his forehead against his steepled fingers, breathing out a long sigh.
