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.

“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.

It’s just shy of painful, since I’m nowhere nearly wet enough. But the pain is exquisite.

Movement to my right causes me to attempt to turn my head, but Ezekiel yanks at my hair harder, forcing me to remain right where he wants me. That blessed bite of pain only spikes the heat in my blood, stirring inside me with a vitalizing force.

I can’t make it too easy on them. I mean, after all, I had to die to get them to trust me. They at least need to work for it. I bet that’s in the How to Control Your Harem guidebook. I bet the old, incurably vain me wrote it. Bitch.

“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?”

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

I’m trying to be annoyed, but it’s like his stupid grin makes my grin stupid.

“You killed me, and you’re mad at me for what? Letting you take the opportunity? You clearly betrayed me.

I guess it’s time to finally learn to be a real badass. I just wish I remembered how I used to do it.