Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)

by Kristy Cunning

I’ve been so caught up in Idun and my finding my purpose, that I sort of skipped over the typical dating stuff. I did the same thing they did and jumped ahead to relationship mode. I suck at this too, apparently. Great. No one knows how to be in a relationship, and there are five of us in total involved in this one. I really am a masochist.

“Maybe that’s why you’re tired all the time. You keep clinging really hard to every grudge collected over the centuries.

No pressure, Violet. The vampire who willingly bows at his woman’s feet is now dubbing you his new center. After you broke up with him.

Maybe this is why I love their monsters so much. I think their monsters loved me before they did.

Edmond sneers in his direction, because Edmond does love sneering. Often. A lot. He’s doing it again already.

Fucking vampires. Their head games have head games.

“I’ve never once been in charge of this shit show. Why is everyone suddenly letting me win arguments?” I ask, reminding them both who is really at fault for this mess.

“Don’t smile, Morpheous! She’s flattering you to distract you from the fact she just broke all the rules of our universe. This time, we get answers, January Violet Carmine,” Arion goes on, getting louder and slightly more frantic. “The vampire hasn’t panicked like that since…I think he was mortal. He’s not himself right now,” Emit mumbles, but then he glares over at me.

I sometimes miss the days when not blowing myself up while trying to make shampoo was my biggest concern.

“I think we’ve lived through too much and have become entirely too desensitized to all the crazy shit that woman brings into our lives,” I note aloud.

Rolling my eyes, I mutter, “Maybe the chill in the air is from hell finally freezing over.”

Violet is decidedly determined to find out if immortals can still suffer cardiac arrest without some sort of physical catalyst. We’re her guinea pigs.

“Display c-c-cases?” he stammers, his voice really shaky. “Yes, display cases. Four of them. I’ll send you the measurements I want, and show you the room where I want them mounted. It’s sort of a secret room, and I hope you keep it that way.

Arion mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not used to being on the losing side, unless it’s pretend. Is there any way to keep my winning streak alive?

“It’s scary when Violet panics. It’s a lot worse than scary when she gets angry. It’s good that it takes something pretty big to piss her off. It’s bad how often it has to happen,” he adds in a flat tone.

Clyde rolls his eyes. “It’s a little odd. Even when you were a preacher, you seemed too happy to share the woman you loved.” “Because, back then, I was weaker. I couldn’t protect her on my own, and they could step up in that area,” I say with a careless shrug, hearing some vicious warring still raging on behind us. “Now it’s because I miss the good ol’ days when we all got along. I guess you get sentimental as you get older.”

I’m running my mouth and pissing people off with honesty. It really does feel like old times.

But the place the book explains is too similar to the home in my head. Or maybe it’s a heaven I’ll never see, since heaven is only for the dead,”

Obliterating an adversary, starting a war, dancing on a bloody field, and underestimating him… She’s spent the last several hours doing all his favorite things.

“Feeling cute,” Arion says, grinning like he thinks he’s adorable or some shit, as he lazily shrugs a shoulder. “May give you an orgasm. May not. I dunno.”

My monster grooms start circling me very suddenly and subtly, and my eyes narrow as all four of them smirk in my direction. I turn in place, ensuring I keep an eye on each of them. “What’re you doing?” “Being romantic,” Arion assures me, as he pockets his hands, and leisurely continues his circling with the others. “This is predatory,” I counter. “We’re monsters,” Emit says unapologetically.