Page 158 of War and his Queen

Vaden quivers. “Don’t know. I’ll ask.”

I kick off the wall and make my way to the group of idiots.

“I will kill you,” Priest sings in an eerily quiet tone, insinuating that I’m about to fuck with one of the girls.

I pause, turning to face him. It’s the elephant in the room and I’d rather just spit it out and tell him. “I’m with Halen, Priest. I’ve not fucked a single girl since I’ve been with her, and not a single pussy has been near me—”

“Errr, someone did suck your dick, though.”

I glare at Vaden and he flashes me a menacing smirk.

I rest back on Priest. “I love her. You know I do, you’ve always known I have.”

“It’s not that I question if you love her. I know that. We all know you love her. It’s in thehowyou love her.”

I choke on my laugh. “Yeah, we ain’t doing that. Not with you.”

“What!” he calls out when I carry on. “I don’t love anyone.”

I flip him off. Asshole. That’s precisely my point.

I stop when I reach them, and both women stop laughing, their dazed eyes lifting to mine. The boy is too fucked up to notice me as he traces the lines of his hand. “You look happy.”

“I am.” The older woman beams up at me as if I hold all the answers to every question she has ever had.

The younger one pales, her brunette hair glossy and her skin riddled with tattoos. “Oh no.”

Oh yes.

The older one blinks up at me, her smile falling as if only just recognizing where she is. Her head swivels over her shoulder, before turning back to me. Panic looks good on her.

“Why are we here? Who are you?”

The boy trips to the ground. “You look awfully bitter for people of Candyman.” I pretend to ponder. “Or should I say, Callihan Leon?”

I feel the air shift when they realize just how fucked they are. Katsia needs new drugs. This load is shit.

My eyes widen. “Run.”

Vaden’s footsteps stop beside me. “You figure out who they are?”

“They don’t know Candyman,” I say, watching as they disappear through the forest. “But they do know Callihan Leon.”

***

I flip my cap backward after stripping out of my hoodie. “How can it be so fucking hot here but not far from Perdita?”

Vaden’s tapping on his phone as the jet doors open. “Because it’s closer to hell, no doubt. I mean, I get it. The need for a safe place that isn’t going to bleed into EKC business and is kept away from Perdita, even though Perdita got hit by the fucking scum anyway.”

I unclip my belt and we shuffle down the aisle. As soon as we hit the tarmac, we’re in complete view of the spray of green hills and lush mountains. There’s a building that looks almost the same as the White House, beehive included, only painted sable black.

Vaden’s laugh is soft around the edges. “Well, shit. If it isn’t the secrets we hide.”

“What time does everyone arrive?” I ask Priest when I hear his hard footsteps over the metal.

“Eleven. Makes for a midnight slaughter.”

We make our way toward the start of the path that leads to the… house? Building? Fucking whatever it’s called, and I look over my shoulder just in time to see flight workers unloading a large wooden box.

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