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“Pandora is where the blood magic comes in. Once she broke the seal on their altar, mixing in her blood magic, the fountain of youth poured out and unleashed seven deadly monsters. Once the infection started, the box disintegrated; therefore, there was no box for the lid, Violet. It’s more like popping miracle grow onto some weeds, and giving them razor sharp fangs,” she goes on, causing my eyebrows to lift. “They needed a powerful blood witch to dabble with that much magic, and she needed strong gypsy magic. They met in the middle, and the world as we never knew it changed. Better? Worse? Who
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“Plan B is to find you somewhere to hide until help comes.”
By nature, vampires are worse. Only once has she been attacked by vampires. My eyes flick to Arion, who simply glares at me. In this moment, I feel like they’re on his side instead of mine. Even Damien is leaning toward Arion at current.
Bc he has his shit LOCKED DOWN
Not to mention what will happen once that many wolves find themselves with a new target to latch onto,” Damien piles on.
Babyyyy, she will wiped them all out
“It’s as though she’s deliberately the opposite of Idun,”
since she hasn’t found her limit yet.”
But what if she doesn’t have oneee
“It matters very much,” he says quietly. “Because Violet is very protective of us—even Arion. It’s just a matter of time before she releases the monster inside her that doesn’t stand a chance against a den of mad wolves. Whether or not Violet can kill the leader depends on how skilled and knowledgeable that leader truly is.”
“But you still have to take Arion, Violet, because they are a package deal, whether they realize it or admit it,”
You’re not rolling downhill, Violet; you’re tangled in their web. You’re already theirs. Arion is a package deal.”
“How much power does it take to knock a mostly badass beta unconscious?” I ask her when I see a slight gap in the crowd to make this a little easier. She mutters something as she drops to her back and puts her hand over her forehead. “What are you doing?” I ask in confusion. She cracks one eye open and glares at me with it before grinding out, “I’m fainting.”
🤣🤣🤣
“Healing potion in that bra of yours, love?” he asks.
DID SHE BREAK IT
“It’s as though you don’t quite understand that we don’t really fucking die, but all of you do,” Vance goes on in a very Monday-morning-teacher sort of way.
Soft lips brush my forehead, as the sound of loud music plays somewhere farther in whatever house I’ve just woken up in. It takes me a second to register the fact there’s a body under me and someone is absently tracing circles on my leg that is very much across a familiar bare waist. Vance is only wearing some nice pajama pants and smelling freshly showered, his mind seeming anywhere but here, as he just loosely holds me to him.
“I only get one shot with that knife, so I’m saving it for the perfect moment.
Killing Idun 😈
“When sex is involved, it feels like I’m the only person in the world you want to see, and it feels like you want to be with me. But when sex is over, so is the way you look at me.”
“You really bloody broke our curses,” he tells me like he’s both awed and…I’m not sure why that unknown, infused emotion in his eyes
Until she bloody went missing, I’d no idea how attached to her I’d gotten. Every ounce of failure being wrung out of me is because of how helpless I felt while she was gone.
One day. I had her one fucking day and fucked it up, realized I fucked up, and then thought it was okay that I fucked up, since she didn’t throw anything at my head or scream at me. I mocked Damien for treating her like she was Idun, and I’ve been doing the same damn thing. Which makes zero sense, since I’ve never once confused any damn woman for Idun.
“It means you all spend hours, days, even centuries arguing your own individual points, or explaining your way of thinking, but none of you ever simply come up with a sincere apology. You sure as hell never listen to anyone else’s needs. Tonight, I don’t feel like hearing all the reasons and no apology.”
Arion drops down from a tree, but he looks…a lot different. In fact, they both look really different. A lot more hair and beards, for one. The clothing choice is confusing me as well. There’s a large gathering of people off to the side, as Vance quickly heaves the deer over his shoulders and carries it toward the silent grouping.
How is she seeing a flashback right now?!
It’s important to break their bond.”
“What we want is for you to do more curse breaking, because it’s brought us out of the very beginnings of the ghost sickness. She’s just starting to debilitate again,”
Two of Emit’s best, most loyal betas are a set of parents he carried back with him after one life. He turned them, and they do more than any other betas to get the wolves under control.”
Somehow I opened a death window while I was asleep without a death spot, and that’s slightly alarming.
why the four of us keep coming back to you as a center. The only time we’ve truly worked together in the same frame of mind are the times you’ve needed us to,” he continues. “That never happened with Idun, so you wouldn’t be a replacement.”
“However, if you have this spot to pot all the apple trees you want, then I won’t have to try too hard to get you here,” he goes on, confusing me for just a second as my shirt starts to get pushed up on my hips. It’s then I realize what he said this morning about finally putting all the furniture where it goes to get it out of this basement. Because apparently he’s giving it to me to grow my apple trees. No one ever wants me to grow the apples. Everyone likes the oranges.
“If you want to grow oranges, fine. It’s your basement, Violet. Apples or oranges or both—your choice.”
My HEARTTTTTTTT
I…am supposed to be old and wise… This gypsy is the most confusing little pistol I’ve ever met.
🤣🤣🤣
I really don’t like her with watery eyes, because it always makes me feel. Her emotions are like small tides that suddenly crash against you with more force than you expect.
All Portocale gypsies taste like rotten fruit on a dying day. Or at least they should. They sure as hell shouldn’t taste as strong, virile, and intoxicating as Violet.
The thing draining spirits…was Mom. Somehow, she attached something to me so she could beat the odds and return early. Now it’s gone. Is she back, or did I somehow manage to screw up her early return without even meaning to?
“You’re saying Edmond Portocale—the man who hates us all as much as the Marta Portocale—tried to kill a Portocale. We all know Edmond’s a family man. Why should we believe this?”
“When the hell did you stop doing the eye twitch before you swing an elbow?” he snaps, wiping blood away from his eyebrow. “I’ve been doing some work, recently,” I decide to inform him, smiling like the arrogant ass it feels good to be again.
He listened to violetttttttt
“Idun’s grave looks intact, but her head isn’t there anymore,”
“That might have been the most pain I’ve felt while conscious in quite some time, and it was just a taste of what she experienced just now,” I state quietly, gingerly running my lips over her head, as just the tiniest bit of electrical currents tingle against my touch.
My brow furrows as I step in closer, recognizing how very similar Arion and Ace look in this image—clothing and all. I thought it was turn-of-the-century clothing. Clearly I was off that mark, considering Idun’s been under for much longer than that. In fact, those are the exact pants and shirt he was wearing, and that’s the exact hairstyle he had. How…far back did his mind have to travel in order for him to get as close to human as possible for that astral projection thingy? At times like these, the gist doesn’t help me out all that much.
“Uh-oh,” Arion deadpans before racing toward me, snapping out of his shock first.
😂 at least he used it right
Sharp points pierce my skin, but it’s not anywhere close to as painful as last time. Just a small prick, and then soft, gentle, almost erotic suckling follows. My knees surprisingly wobble, and there’s a very inconvenient throbbing starting between my thighs. What fresh hell is this? Arion groans against my wrist as he sucks a little harder, and his hand tightens on my ass as he draws me closer.
Helll YEAH HERE WE GO. Vampire smutttt
“You’re the one who talked her into agreeing. I don’t even know if she actually fucking agreed, or if we just agreed for her—now that I think about it,” Vance gripes, as he huffs and runs a hand through his hair. I pause, running the scene back through my mind, and let my head fall back as my lips tense. “She didn’t ever agree,” I say on a long groan. “Why is it impossible for us to stop fucking up the first good thing to happen to us in bloody ages?” I ask very seriously.
At least we’re finally getting aware
she starts massaging the small bottle of hair soap into her scalp, suds quickly forming as she does so. Her motions aren’t graceful or meant to seduce—more hurried than anything—but I still can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to have her do that for me, and wonder how to broach that topic.
“Somehow, Idun is now tapping into her—the only Neopry standing. It’s all we can figure as to how she rose. The casket her head was in has been melted away,”
So is she the one draining Violets ghosts? Did her mom die trying to stop Idun from rising? So many questionssss this shit keeps you on your toes
“I need another second and I’ll be out,” she says, her hand awkwardly patting mine that’s perched near her on the sink. Frowning, I do as she asks, proving I can bloody listen, and sometimes even be agreeable.
WTF is going on? Something shady is happening . FUCKING IDUN?!
“It’s just that…I was thinking we may be able to capitalize on this rare moment you and I are completely alone,”
Is this Idun or did the triplets possess her?! What is happening?!
somewhat chilly hand down the front of my pants with a highly suspicious amount of eagerness.
The salt starts skittering across the room, falling from his hair and mine, slinking out of every crevice and slithering to a pile near the door. Arion’s attention turns to it as a crease lines his forehead. “Curious, Violet, is that you?” he asks, lazily twirling a finger in the air to gesture to the flying salt, just as the final grain lands on the pile. “Gypsies and salt, you know,” I state tightly. “Gypsies and salt don’t do that,” he says, confused. “They do, actually. I’ve always been able to do that. We have a connection to salt, just like Portocale gypsies have a connection to
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Usually, I’m a little thicker than this, which means all four of them have slowly niggled in closer somehow, without me realizing just how close. That’s the only time it hurts, and I’ve never been around so many people at once to have to care about.”
But when I chance a glance up, I find him quietly staring down at me with a hooded look, like that’s what he’s been doing for the past hour.
His head lifts, and half-lidded eyes find mine with…an unexpected amount of surprise and intensity, his grip on me tightening very subtly, as he holds me closer instead of moving away. His gaze dips, taking in our bodies, and for a very alarming second, I almost worry salt is going to spray out of him, because he almost looks…lost and…something else. He seems to tilt his head like he’s studying me, and just as I open my mouth to speak, he’s kissing me again.
This is proof. Violet has done the impossible, and she’s stolen Arion from Idun’s clutches. He’d never have a casual affair. It’s a line he’d never cross just to trick us.
“She’s my mother!”
Knew it
