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Any time she almost revisits my late brother’s memory, she gets that solemn, regretful look in her eyes. He died before I was ever born, and apparently something awful happened to him. I’d understand her constant paranoia, and certainly be more sympathetic…if I could die.
HUHHHH
I can’t believe her. I never thought she’d stoop this low. She wants me miserable. It’s her goal in life.
Said every teenager
“The tea leaves warned of blood and death. Four gypsy first-borns breathed the last breath…”
“Out of seven alpha monsters—vampires, werewolves, deviants, sadistic skin walkers, Van Helsings, soul-eating Portocales, and the gentle, forgiving Simpletons—who do you think has treasured and cherished their piece of hope? Who do you think has sullied theirs to a diminished existence by consistently hoping for a chance to reap more bloodshed?”
Emit walks out with twitching lips, dressed in a muscle shirt and thin athletic pants. Glad he’s amused. Lovely.
Briefly, Damien appears in the corner, grinning as well, before winking at me and disappearing from sight. It’s as though he also wanted me knowing he’s enjoying my mother clutching her heart as she says a bunch of things in a language I don’t understand, talking to herself, it seems.
“She’s actually quite good with him. She’s handling the store as well, because she’s a workaholic machine,” Leiza says with her eyes still lowered, all of them noticeably standing close to me and keeping me between her and them. Smart wolves.
But Damien’s eyes lose the menace immediately, as some realization sweeps over him. Marta Portocale may be his enemy, but she’s been the mother who has protected and loved me for my entire life.
Shes a bitchhhh
“You won’t go alone,” Emit says sharply, eyes cutting to me like it’s an order. He’s never really ordered me to do anything before…besides turn over.
Clearing my throat and remembering now’s not the time to let my troublesome vagina get her way, I bring my attention back to the three argumentative alphas in the room.
LMAOSNKSNS
“I feel ridiculously stupid for unloading the van now, and then immediately loading it right back up,” Lemon comments. “It really does make us look stupid when we do things like that in front of Damien. I prefer him to think of us as cunning she-wolves. He respects the cunning. I’m fucking cunning. I am.”
“She’s likely paying for their things,” Damien points out, narrowing his eyes at her. “Don’t make it sound like Violet is a grubby little thief.”
“We look absolutely ridiculous right now,” Marta points out. “Only because you’re with us,” Damien says with a smartass grin.
LMAODNOSBDOS
Violet starts jumping up and down, and everyone cheers when she starts the chorus over, dancing just as horrendously as…Violet always dances.
“Ah, so that explains the dancing. Can’t believe I managed to forget how bad they are at it,” I say almost as though I don’t really know what else to say right now, recovering from the momentary speechlessness.
AHAHAHAHAHAH
“Why are you videoing this?” I ask him, eyeing his phone as he keeps it trained on Violet. “I’m sending this to Vance, because he’ll never believe what went on in Zuela’s home otherwise,” he states with some awe.
LMAOSJSSII AHAHAH I LOVE THEM
“I’m mostly just a Simpleton, since Mom wouldn’t ever let me be a badass like her,” Violet carries on. I snort now, only because it’s not funny at all. All the times she said that, I never once considered she was speaking about the original Marta Portocale.
“You chopped off your own foot when I tried to teach you to use a sword, Violet. You lost an arm learning to swing an axe, for Pete’s sake. Don’t even get me started on archery; I’ve never seen a person shoot their own kneecap. It’s not something that should be possible,” Marta says as she glares back over at Zuela.
The omegas aren’t answering my calls, and you worthless fucks haven’t replaced my future bride’s phone yet.”
OMG ILYYY
“I thought we fucking agreed not to let my father around Violet,” Vance says like he’s frustrated, as something wet splatters somewhere in the background. “My son?” Zuela asks, choking on the laugh he can’t hold back, even as true horror and nightmarish terror strikes his features. “My son is with a bloody Portocale Simpleton?” he goes on, still struggling with the laughter, even though he seems like he’s forced to laugh in spite of his repulsion. “Nooooo!” he says, still laughing.
“To check on Violet. Would you please tell me how she fucking is?” Arion asks loudly.
Arion stop because ilysm
Congratulations, you’ve all made enduring this disgusting situation slightly more bearable. For this moment, at least.”
Marta and I both glare at him, as he continues to point to the town like we don’t know which younger brother he’s referring to. Amos Morpehous.
“She was ridiculous on purpose, which is why she never even really got defensive. She wanted the attention on her, just like Marta said,” I add, even though he’s deduced as much by now. “She really needs to stop protecting us from fights with other alphas. She’s confusing war with alpha-ness stuff,” he grumbles.
“Proving to Arion that my wolves are closer to her than his beta, before I up my game.” “He’s already surpassed you. You’re at the back of the pack,” he says as I smirk at the screen, zooming in on Violet’s smile. “Pun intended,” he adds as though he’s attempting to provoke me.
Violet will overlook me brutally torturing one who fed from kids. With any luck, it may even turn her on to know how ruthless I was with this one, considering his offenses. My lips curve up, and the shifter bloody pisses himself, forcing me to stop breathing so I don’t have to soil my lungs with the foul stench.
“I’ve only ever seen Shera as a sister, regardless of the nostalgia her appearance recreated. It just left me with a soft spot for her, but everything else stayed very soft as well, if you must know. And though I wasn’t tempted by Shera, I’m still a sliver of man, prick. I’ve found women attractive and even alluring. But mild temptation is different from surrender,” I tell him, bristling when he continues staring directly at me.
Shera caught our attention, since she was the only beta you’d ever personally trained, especially since she looked far too similar to you know who.
Ew please dont tell me its idun...
“As a soulless immortal, I have a different moral compass and view of the world, but still, I could never be tempted from my path. Violet tempted me like nothing and no one, aside from Idun, has ever tempted me before.”
Even as Emit hated me with all his might, he also hated himself for putting me under.
Violet is a much more satisfying center, and I love the ways she tempts me. I love it far too much.”
“He never listens to a thing I say and wonders why I make his life harder than it has to be,” I tell her with a tired sigh. “Are you busy right now, or in a life-and-death situation?” comes Violet’s voice over the line. “Ah,” I say to the shifter, nodding in understanding now. “I would have answered too.”
I’m starting to think he can’t deny her directly. The prideful Van Helsing is fucking whipped. I’ll mock him for it later, and settle for grinning about it now.
“I’m going to need to save my apples for now, but I have something you’ll appreciate.” “If it’s lacy and black, I’m in for that one as well. Dibs on the Devil’s three-way this time,” I tell him very seriously.
Now he’s just being cold. He’s also being passive aggressive because I forgot to call and tell him about Mom, and he found out elsewhere. Family drama is getting a pin shoved in it pretty hard.
Wearing what looks to be some ritzy, equestrian riding attire, the woman everyone has been dreading the return of stands from her park bench.
I pause as a breeze rolls through the broken window, chilling me more than it should. I turn, and my breath freezes in my lungs as my eyes land on someone who really shouldn’t be here. “What’s wrong, Violet?” Anna asks very quietly, smirking. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Her head tilts to the other side as I just gape at her. “You’re the one who told me to find a way back.”
Anna. Anna’s here. Anna’s back from her second death. Anna is…here. “Ditto,” is all I manage to say on a quiet rasp.
“We have an architect here. Can you take that new TV show conversation somewhere else?” I ask them. Arion moves to me, kissing the top of my head. “Sure, love. Come find us later.”
Jerome is used to this, and believes Idun TV is a pilot show they’re somehow involved in.
I push open the door…and run right into a very devilish looking vampire. Arion immediately pushes me back into the closet, and I grin as his lips come down on mine.
“Sorry, love. That’s unfortunately a very important matter,” he murmurs against my mouth, nipping my lower lip, before leaving me bereft, just a whisper of wind in his wake.
“Hmm. She almost sounds like she cares about the Simpletons who are going to own their very own beds for the first time ever,” Anna states, words dripping with sarcasm. “I wonder if she poops food since she talks shit.”
“Oh, you have to wait until you’re really old to judge, Violet. It’s a rule around here. I heard that too,” Anna says very seriously.
“What thing?” I ask, considering this is the official move-in day. “Just a thing I have to do because apparently today’s the due date for it,” she says with intentional vagueness, the thing she does when she wants me to know something Arion told her she couldn’t tell me. “I was hoping it would be due any day but today; however, today marks the ninth or tenth month. Whatever it is,” Shera adds like this is her spoon-feeding me giant clues.
“Hey, love. How’s the hotel coming?” the distracted vampire asks me absently, as I try to hand him the tablet. He uses my arm to jerk me onto his lap, kissing the side of my throat.
“I apologize for interrupting the binge-a-thon so abruptly, but this is the last airing Idun TV will have in this House. As of now, you can watch it in all your own homes,” I state very calmly. Damien gives me a lazy grin. “Are you jealous, sweet gypsy? Because it’s very sexy to think of you as jealous,” he says to me like he’s thrilled with the prospect.
“I don’t think she’s jealous,” Arion points out, while he eyes me like he’s a little worried. Taking a deep, steeling breath, I shake my head. “No, I’m not jealous.”
“I get angry, and you prepare to chase,” I say, pointing out what they’re doing. “Then you all say I’m the one who loves the chase, when it’s just you who loves it so much.”
I screamed it out loud for u !
Arion says to them, while staring directly into my eyes. A tear finally falls from my eye, and he wipes it away with his thumb, as I swallow the knot in my throat.
