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The dark-haired smallest child rolled her eyes. “Nothing. My theory is that the cloaked man used some enchantment to wipe our memories. Although, from our threadbare clothes and emaciated forms, I suspect we’re not forgetting much.”
There was one universal truth to life: no one looked elegant after a chop to the trachea.
I wanted to own her, possess her, protect her. I wanted to brand her name across my black heart, carve her name into my flesh so she wouldn’t feel alone in her scars. Everyone would know I’d claimed her as mine, that her vengeance was mine to dole out.
So I did what I did best. I ignored my lack of mental health and relied on inappropriate humor and unhealthy coping mechanisms to survive.
He raised his eyebrows. “The shifter realm is where the beast realm sent all its prisoners centuries ago. Rumor has it they’ve abandoned the pack system and have stopped birthing ABOs. Their population is growing weak, so they’ve started kidnapping alphas.”
Who would have thought I would be the most mentally stable? Not a role I’d ever seen for myself.
Whoever was in charge of the universe was a piece of shit.
Another melodramatic male with deep personal issues that needed extensive therapy. Check.
“I made a miscalculation, Princess. I’m here to atone for it.”
“I am yours, Kitten,” Cobra whispered softly, his inky hair a swath of darkness that contrasted with his pale skin and sparkling jewels.
Midair, large onyx horns flashed in the sunshine, and colorful, tattooed skin wrapped around me in a cocoon of warmth. The musky scent of pine and conifers overwhelmed me. “It will be okay, Princess, I got you,” Ascher’s deep voice growled as he gripped me.
He tucked my head against him protectively. “I’m so sorry, Princess.”
Still, as the carved-out eyes of the massive statue stared back at me, I couldn’t help but shudder at the blood that was painted in a pool around the keeled-over fae. My skin prickled with foreboding, and I swallowed down a sudden bout of nausea. How had an entire species of fae become extinct? I didn’t want to find out.
My stomach turned over and my chest squeezed. It was just holding hands, but it felt like so much more.
A small part of me noticed how hot Xerxes looked while licking blood off a dagger. I ignored that part of myself. She was unwell and beyond saving.
Sun god help me, the men were fine as hell. Too bad they all had major red flags.
It was one of the first times Dick had beaten me and whispered, “I’ll beat the bloody devil out of you. I have to do it. Someday, you’ll understand.”
Rationally, it didn’t matter, and I was a bad bitch who didn’t need a man. Irrationally, I was a woman who just wanted to get railed and told I was pretty.
“Every time you were sad, or lonely, I tried to comfort you,” Cobra said quietly. For the last month, he’d been my emotional support animal.
“I don’t have a shifted form. My snakes are always on my skin. I’m always a beast. I’ve just learned to disguise them from others.”
I am the song of the hunt.
The numb had first appeared during a beating, when Dick had slammed his belt across my back until I bled. The first time Dick had beaten me, he’d said, “I’ll beat the bloody devil out of you. I have to do it. Someday, you’ll understand.”
