Gypsy Rising (All the Pretty Monsters, #5)

by Kristy Cunning

I take a seat on the floor opposite Arion, content to just watch. She really is a fool if she thinks we’re letting her go that easily.

“I was born to stand in your way, just because I fucking can. And now everyone’s going to know that you’re not my problem. But I just became the only problem you’re allowed to have, because you, the big, scary, all-powerful alpha can’t even make me scream while I’m still just a pup.”

I spot a kid on the roof across from us, frowning…and then he stares across the street to where Violet is swaying with Jasper in her arms. “Sickos,” the kid says before he ducks back inside. “Great. Just great. Now I’m as pathetic as all of you,” I say tightly.

That fucking wanker. I’m going to tear off the wanker’s wanker and give it to another wanker who wants a wee wanker.

“I really don’t fucking care about Ighan and Bobo right now,” I cut in and angrily jab my finger at Violet, as she bloody laughs at the wanker’s stupid joke. “I care about what you’ve learned about this developing situation. What sort of action needs to be taken on a scale of one to death?”

Jerome’s smile only grows, and I glare over at Arion. “I hope you’re not kidding anymore,” I tell him very seriously. “Vance, how badly will she hate me?” Arion asks like he’s weighing his options.

They’re so jealous of her ex. Ugh, I love them even though I’m mad at them for not being there for her

I glance down, realizing I’m clutching Arion’s hand like we’re two teen girls watching our crush get worked up.

The wild-eyed vampire simply smirks. “I choose Violet’s side. You’re the one who quickly forced the issue.”

“It’s scary having this sort of responsibility. Anything at all—big or small—happens to that baby on our watch, and Violet will definitely be angry for many, many centuries, depending on the severity of the infraction,” Damien points out. “Take it back. It’s too much trouble.”

“I’m not tending to that. You brought him, Vampyre. He’s your responsibility.” Arion sneers. “As if I know how to tend to a paper shit catcher.

“He’s genuinely going to steal that child and make Violet his bride, isn’t he?” Marta asks on a shaky breath she works hard to steady. “Yes, yes he is,” Damien answers with zero hesitation.

and we all look over in disbelief, as the omegas pant for air, while…pushing Emit on a stretcher toward us.

He was going to be there with her one way or the other 😂

In the next instant, there’s an image of sheep jumping over a fence playing in my head. Each of the sheep are numbered, as one by one they bounce in and out of view. “Count them until you fuckers fall asleep,” Damien mumbles.