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“Always, Eden. With the men or without. Lie, kill, steal my every heirloom. Shatter my heart into a thousand pieces if you must, but you will always have a place at Bristlebrook. You will always have a safe place to land, no matter how bad things get. You’ll never be alone again. Not if I have anything to say about it.”
“But you and I need time also. How I feel for you exists outside of how I feel for Lucien . . . and it needs different things.”
“The way you submit . . .” His voice edges toward raw, almost a snarl. Liquid, lascivious things whirl between us, and my head dips to the side, exposing my throat. “It’s like going to church.”
My mind misfires.
Goddamnnnnnnnn mine too
In my ear, he murmurs, “I’m afraid you’re staying here, darling girl. I’ve grown rather fond of you.”
SIGH.
I’ve killed for him before, and for Heather, and for myself. I’m stained red to the bone now.
“You’re starving.” I don’t mean to say it, but once the words are out, they linger on the breeze like a snap of snowfall.
“Do you think we don’t know what happens if we’re caught alone with ravenous animals?”
The knowledge is in our BONES>Passed from one generation of women to the next.
It’s not okay for men to leverage our desperation to fix their own problems. We deserve better. We are better.
“There ain’t any more of them explosives hiding around here, are there?” “About a dozen.” Lucky’s dimples flash dangerously. “Watch your step.”
We’re the monsters in the dark.
Suddenly, Dom’s shoulders straighten, and his eyes are bright in the dim light. “Fuck it.”
fucking finally!!!
“I hope you fucking drown down there,” Jayk snaps back. Lucky sighs. “Me too.”
“Just remember: this ain’t the time to set one off early.”
Heh
“I can tap you out again, Jayk,” I tell him. “You don’t have to lead them anymore.”
So natural. Perfect. Wonderful. End me.
Lol
“You’ll have your hands full all day.” Yes, please.
I’ve just about decided on the punch when the circus rat links his arm with mine. Clenching my fists, I breathe out heavily through my nose, and Lucky pats my arm like he’s keeping tabs on a toddler.
“It’s because of you that we’ll win.”
Alastair smiles. “With a bang.”
Holy fucking curveball!!!
I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to act my part well enough. So he made sure I did.
We’ve done it now. Our charade has started. Only it’s already more real than I want it to be.
If these walls rejected Jayk, I feel the opposite from them—like I’m being drowned in their feeling, sharing in it, grieving for it with them. Like they needed it to be seen. These stains needed a witness.
Jesussssssss. My heart.
And as I nurse my aching hand and gratefully kiss Jayk’s bruises one by one, I decide the women don’t only need a witness. They deserve justice.
If she wants a villain, then I’ll be hers . . . because it means I am hers.
