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She shrugs. “What? I’m both.”
War: Why aren’t you running?
Fear brushes the nape of my neck as if he does it himself and I slowly rise to my feet.
“We’re really going to do this?” River glares up at me.
“Yeah, why not?” I shrug.
“I can think of one reason,” Stella grumbles, but still follows. “Like how about you need to get some sleep?”
I push my phone into my pocket and ignore her jibe once again.
“Going somewhere?” Katsia asks from her spot, both Lost Boys still protecting her on either side. Katsia is around our age, and has the wildness that Stella embraces. Her reputation is one to run from, not to chill with around a fire.
“Yes.” My eyes narrow. “Why? Got a problem with that?”
She slowly lifts herself from her seat, her bare feet closing the distance between us. Pretty sure the small flowers growing in the grass wither around her. She’s an arm’s length away when she stops.
Her cleavage spills out of her dress when she crosses her arms in front of herself. “Do you know about the history between the last Katsia and Malum?”
“Are you asking if I, the daughter of Bishop Vincent Hayes, knows about the history ofmy own family?”She doesn’t shrink, but the corner of her eye twitches. Not even the blanket of thenight could hide that. I take this moment to draw closer, until my chest brushes hers.
We’re hovering around the same height, but because I’m wearing Jordans and she’s in bare feet, I’m an inch taller, and I use it to my advantage by staring down my nose at her. “Bitch, you arenothingto me.” I lean in even further, bringing my mouth to the side of her cheek so only she can hear. “Andless than nothingto him.” I move back, the smirk on my face unmoving.
A hand squeezes my arm as River chokes on her laugh, pulling me back slightly. “Let’s go.” She studies Katsia, her head tilting to the side as she sweeps her whole body.
When she’s back on Katsia’s face, River looks her dead in the eyes. “You’d have a better chance of me fucking you than my brother touching you.”
“He already has.” Katsia’s eyes glisten with pride, and it’s the first time since really meeting her that I’ve seen her say, or do, something her age. “Multiple times. Four? Five?” She starts counting with her fingers. “And you can’t forget the Prince Albert…”
My mouth snaps shut, and I hate that she knows something so personal about War. Again, ridiculous since he and I haven’t had any relationship above flirting, hatred, and more recently, touching. As much as he was my world growing up, he did just that.
Grew up. Grew out of me. I couldn’t even get him to fuck me once, and this bitch has fucked him multiple times. What does she have that I don’t?
I keep my face straight. “See if he fucks you again, now that he knows what it feels like being inside of me.” I meant his finger, but she doesn’t need to know that.
River stiffens, and Stella ignores it.
Katsia snorts, but falls back on the stump, her hand coming up to one of the Lost Boys. I find his eyes as they stay locked on me. I never know what to think of the Lost Boys. I’d heard different kinds of stories. There were what we were told, and then there were the stories my mom told. More of which about my uncle Daemon, who was my mom’s twin brother. A conversation I don’t touch often, especially since it’s one of the limited topics that can make my mom cry.
I turn for the clearing I saw the boys bolt through, River and Stella not far behind.
We hadn’t even hit it when River speaks first. “Are we going to talk about the fact that you and my brother are fucking?”
“We’re not fucking.” I brush her off in hopes that she’ll drop it.
“But you just—”
“We’re messing around, Riv. Don’t stress.”
She sighs. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”
Stella’s laugh is laced with mania. “I’m just surprised it lasted this long with you guys not going near each other.”
“The promise he gave to Priest.”
I stop walking, my hands coming out to stop them. “Shh.” They both pause. “It’s too quiet.”
