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The only way anyone will ever see you as a victim again is if you want them to. And at any time, you can pull the blindfold from their eyes and show them you're always the one with the knife."
We were surrounded by simpering sheep, and sometimes it's all I could do to keep my absolute disdain for these idiots off my face. If I asked any of these lemmings to lick my butthole, they'd probably do it. Absolute idiots.
When you held as many secrets as I did, you didn't get to forget. There was too much to lose.
You couldn't show weakness to crazy people. That was Surviving a Serial Killer 101.
Cain guided our movements, taking over, and somehow I let him, relaxing against his body, following his lead. It wasn't easy for me to let go, but something about Cain made me want to just give in, let him take the lead.
The annoying voice in the back of my head told me that I was going to regret this later, but my pussy stabbed the bitch with a butcher's knife and all thoughts beyond what Cain's cock was going to taste like disappeared.
Because I regretted it like I regretted nothing else in my life. She was the only woman I ever loved, and she was the devil I regretted.
Even with my dark twisted past, I knew that I deserved better than men who were bullies and monsters like those guys seemed to be,
I'm not sure why I said my next words. Maybe it was the darkness that surrounded us, or the way I felt with his arms around me. For the first time in a while, I felt safe, like it wasn't really Paxton behind me, but someone I could spill secrets to. Maybe it was temporary insanity, but despite my best efforts, sometimes my weaknesses slipped from my lips.
You couldn't take comfort from someone made of sunshine when you had always been in the storm.
When I was around Cain, it felt as if I fed off his dark energy, became more like him. But Stellan… Stellan undid all that. Stellan made me feel like an off-balance teenage girl with her first crush again, vulnerable and tender and exposed… and hopeful.
It seemed like I always belonged on the edges, pretending to be normal but never fitting in.
The worst thing about being The Demon’s daughter was the loneliness.
“You have to calm yourself, Delilah. It’s only death. You and I walk with death all the time. Why are you so afraid when it’s your own?”
But for someone who had spent my whole life fighting every moment, there was something surreal and relaxing about Cain taking control.
“You like having someone take care of you. You like being told what to do,” he said. “Even if you pretend you don’t like to obey.”
“Why’d you leave without saying goodbye?” “I thought I was protecting you.” “You weren’t.” I bit my lower lip, right before he leaned over and kissed the corner of my mouth. His fingers gripped my chin as he pulled away, his gaze burning into mine. “You’re mine,” he said. “Not Cain’s. Mine.”
I knew how to flay a man into a hundred pieces...but I'd never really lived.
But if you really studied Cain, you'd see that there was a blankness in his gaze. There always was. Cain was always just going through the motions.
The Demon had said, you can't trust anyone but family. The truth was you couldn't trust anyone.
His face crumpled then, and his grip on my arm loosened. "I'm so tired of fighting you," he whispered. "I can't take picturing them touching you. You were mine."
“I need you."
This new version of her was strong. When I'd first met her, all those years ago, she'd been like a shy, quiet colt, skittish with any sudden movement. She was laced with iron now. Yet even with that strength, there was a fragility woven throughout her that seemed to draw me like a moth to a flame.
”What have you done to me? I can't decide whether you're an angel or a devil. All I know is that I want you with every piece of my soul."
The whole thing fucking haunted Cain—not what he’d seen, not the blood bath he’d created, but the fact he’d given a shit about something.
Her face looked sad. Had she been crying? The thought made me feel a sudden burst of protectiveness that tightened my hands into fists. Cain was staring at her too, then he abruptly hit the gas and we sped past her. Judging from the way Cain looked at her, we were in trouble. Every single one of us… especially Aurora.
For a while, I’d wanted to make him happy, and I guess maybe when I was really little and trying to convince myself I was safe, it made me feel good. But as time went on, it felt like he always wanted me to be more aggressive, more mean. I never wanted to hurt anyone. But sometimes when I don't have a choice, I'm glad I have the skills.”
watching him take a sip as if nothing impacted him made my last fuck pop like a bubble in the breeze.
“Well, at least Stellan's dick didn't let you down, just his personality,” Remington said. “I could have told you that would happen.”
When I saw the four of them teasing each other, when I saw them acting human, it made me want to be around them more. It was the thing that made me feel some of the same desire for them that every other woman on this campus seemed to feel constantly.
I watched their eyes as every spark of care they'd felt for me faded. I fled back to my room and slammed the door. I sank down in front of it, burying my face in my hands. I’d lost my second chance when Aurora became connected to Delilah. But then I’d started to feel as if I did have another chance, in a way, with these men by my side. It was all over now.
Out of the darkness and into the light, to all that is good and all that is bright,"
"We all have our dirty secrets, Aurora. We're not going to hold that against you. You were a child. It's not like you could say no to The Demon. We understand that."
My brain was screaming at me not to trust him, but my heart, and the lost lonely girl that resided permanently inside of me, was desperate for this to be real. For everything not to have been ruined. I'd just go and have a couple of drinks, and then it would be over and everything would be fine. I'd seen the guys in action. They could fix this. At least that's what I was telling myself.
By the time I’d reached that door, I’d been changed, bathed in blood and fire until I wasn’t sure who I was at the end. I don’t know why I did it, but I took one last look behind me as I ran through the doorway. The four of them were all there, staring after me, identical grins on their faces. They’d taken off their masks and I could see them now for who they really were.
And wasn’t it a shame that I’d once thought maybe I could love them. Because all that was left was hate.
I felt like burning down the world that would never accept me. Slowly, all my sadness, all my longing crystallized into something cold and dangerous. I think I have to find a way to be both my own person and The Demon’s daughter,
I was still scared of the dark, no matter how much I wanted to be new and different today. But I walked down in the damn darkness anyway.
