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And as he ravished her in what almost looked like a feeding frenzy, his eyes glanced upward directly at me. As if he knew I was watching. As if he reveled in the idea of it. His head bucked back, intoxicated by me almost, and then, before I could continue to watch further, the curtain separating them from everyone else had closed.
My eyes panned to see who had shut it, and watched as Oliver stood there guarding it like the good older brother he was. His eyes saddened as they watched the tears streaming from my face, though I couldn’t tell if it was out of pity or remorse.
I forced myself to move farther away from the crowds, plunging myself into one of the cushioned lounge chairs and listened to the screams and groans emanating from beyond that curtain. Each sound tearing at me even though I knew he didn’t owe me anything. We weren’t anything to each other, so it shouldn’t have bothered me. But it didn’t change how I felt, which was heartbroken and jealous. Like my soul was being crushed repeatedly.
Tina came tumbling out at the noise, concerned at first, until she saw me sprawled in tears. She couldn’t even pretend to be upset as her smile crept over her face. “I was worried that was you for a second.” She spat out before wiping away my tears, smothering herself between the red plush pillows and me. “He’s not worth crying over, Frey-Frey.”
“Easy for you to say. You’ve never cared about anyone. You’re heartless.” I snapped.
“Ouch.”
“Am I wrong?”
She hesitated. “Well, no, but don’t put that hostility toward me. I came to that club for you. To saveyou. I care aboutyou, and frankly, anyone else can kiss my ass.”
I choked on my laughter and sadness all at once as she held me. Even now, as mad as I was at her. As much as I hated her for not telling me this whole side of herself, I knew I loved her more than life because she was like the sister that I never had. She was myfamily. And while I knew she most definitely swung both ways, I knew her love for me was the same. We were like soul sisters.
I cried into her shoulder, letting every emotion out of me. Letting the pent-up fear, aggression, and sadness all flood out of me at once. It felt more relieving than I could haveimagined.
Today had been a long, confusing day filled with death, pain, and horror. I wailed until my eyes dried up, feeling them grow heavy.
My eyelids fluttered until I curled into her lap and fell asleep, trying to drone out everything but my heartbeat.
Chapter 15
Dustin
I couldn’t get Freya’s face out of my mind. The sad eyes. The look of pure heartbreak.
While usually, these kinds of things would make me laugh, this didn’t sit well with me. Even if my words weren’t lies, they were laced with daggers. Daggers that didn’t need to be aimed at Freya. She was innocent in all this.
However, as I looked down at the lifeless girl lying on the table before me, I knew I was right not to involve Freya. I knew I was not in control of myself, especially not after everything that had happened. And if she really was as dangerous as we assumed, what good would I be to anyone if she caused me to turn into an Incubus?
The girl laid there limp, her eyes pale and white as the color in her cheeks had flushed away and all that was left of her was her cold, dead body.
I panicked, unsure how to dispose of her without Freya knowing what kind of monster I was. Or maybe this was good. Perhaps she needed to see. But saying I kill people and witnessing me kill people were two different things. Would she ever look at me the same again if she saw just how deadlyI really was?
Wait, why do I care so much? How has she consumed me, body and soul?
“Are you done?” I heard Oliver hush under the curtain, which I hadn’t noticed before. Its red velvety material wafted, and glimpses of my memory came back—glimpses of looking back at Freya. Glimpses of the blonde, whose hair was now a tangled mess, bent over a table.
I groaned a simple “yes,” and Oliver slid in without opening the curtain to the crowd of people that I hadn’t realized were in ear view until now as they cheered for the new dancer who was probably on stage dropping her panties to the floor.
His eyes widened when he saw the dead eyes of the girl looking up at him. “Fuck, Dustin.”
“I know.”
“This isbad.”
“I know.”
“And Freya-”
“I said, I know, Oliver!” I growled, hating myself already. “But what was I supposed to do? I didn’t even realize I was killing this one until it was too late. I blacked out again. I’m not getting any better.”
“Tempting yourself with an angel probably isn’t helping you either.” Oliver added. “Why are you playing with that fire, anyways?”
“Don’t lecture me. You were about to offer yourself up to her too. Don’t think I forgot that.” I growled.
