Two Kingdoms (The Dark Side, #3)

by Kristy Cunning

“I’m going to fucking kill her myself, damn it!” “For fuck’s sake, she’s going to drive us all insane!” “When I get my hands on her…” “We need to find a way to chain her to the fucking house!”

In romance books, the girl gets away with everything while the guys dote on her and affectionately stroke her hair. So not fair. Fiction is starting to annoy me with all its misleading inaccuracies.

Putting as much gravel in my voice as possible, I answer, “He said, ‘Paca, I am your father.’” For a small moment, it’s like hearing crickets at the Apollo after an awesomely unappreciated joke. “I’m going to fucking kill her,” Jude says seriously to Gage, as Ezekiel groans and scrubs a hand over his face.

“I’m apparently a child of the Devil. Games are just a part of my genetic makeup. I’d apologize, but I don’t have the ability to feel guilt,” I state dryly. “Now, were you my first? You seem a little territorial over my vagina right now.”

Those moody sons of bitches. I think being moody is secretly their balance, despite all that other drivel about leashing emotions that Gage was going on about in the third trial. I need a handbook: How to Sync Mensies with Your Harem.

He’s grinning when my eyes come back to his. “So who was first this time? Just curious.” “That’s a completely inappropriate, personal question, and I’m so glad you asked,”

“You’d all really rather sleep in your own rooms because you’re mad at me, and suffer through those nightmares, than to have to share a bed with me? I thought you were simply being petty, but you must truly hate me to knowingly put yourselves through that,” I say on a strained whisper. “All because I wandered off to try and learn more about myself while the four of you plotted your own plan behind my back? Do you not see the hypocrisy, or do you just find my thoughts and needs to be completely irrelevant? Am I still really that insignificant?”

“So when is it not too soon to point out that your ‘badass’ fight clothes are skirts?” I ask the guys, no longer interested in the gaping crowd around us who are still on their bellies. Four dry looks are my response. “Because that’s simply fascinating,” I go on, my grin only growing.

“Pettiness is one of her impurities,” Gage points out, the edges of his lips turning up with arrogance. “I have that memorized as well. Does that make me your new favorite?” I know he’s just being a smartass, but I still answer seriously. “Until that girl is informed of the fact you’re with me, you can’t be my favorite, because you’re her favorite.”

“Just so we’re clear…we’re going to walk in, fuck shit up, and walk out like the evil bosses we are, right?”