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“Mom!” I scream. No one messes with my cupcakes. He’s going to pay, and dearly. “Start planning the funeral and break out the bleach! You’re down one kid, and it’s gonna get bloody.”
I finally understand how Anna feels in Frozen. I might even burst into song like a dramatic ass bitch. But instead of, “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” it’ll be, “Do You Want to Stab Your Brothers?”
Gage is a big guy, broad and muscled from his time in the gym. His black hair is spiked from him running his fingers through it, and a heavy scruff decorates his jaw and highlights eyes so green, they’re basically black. His leather jacket conforms to his muscular frame, somehow making him appear even more imposing and intimidating.
“One, don’t start a fight, but if you have to fight, make sure you finish it. Two, if you have to fight, make sure they bleed. Three, if you really have to kill someone, do it in private so it’s easier to hide the body.”
Suddenly, he moves around the table and lunges for me, grabbing my arms to pull me towards him, and on instinct, I flip him over my shoulder, sending him crashing to the floor and following up with a knee to the chest. I pin him in place as I press my hand against his throat, barely holding back from slipping the latch on my ring. “Or you could just be psycho…” I declare, staring in shock at the boy who’s now beaming at me, his chest rumbling with laughter as he rubs his face against my hand as though he’s marking me. Yeah, I’m going to go with psycho.
I don’t know who Serafina is, but I know she sees me. And being seen? That’s worth anything she may ask of me.
I know I literally just gave him permission to call me, but a part of me panics. I legit want to throw my phone as far as I can across the room, watch it shatter against the wall, and then go into the basement, grab my parents’ prized bazooka, and blow it to smithereens.
His pain radiates through the air, so pronounced and prominent that it fuels the vampire inside of me. No one was surprised when my Revelation revealed myself to be an empath vampire, and an Unseelie one at that. I’ve always been perceptive of people’s emotions, so it made sense that my supernatural form would feast on them.
“Plus they’re just weird,” Maddox admits with a casual shrug of his shoulders. He places a possessive arm around Sera’s shoulders, tugging her until she’s tight against his side. I know he’s her brother, but a rumble detonates in my chest at the display. “I’d call them hippies if it weren’t for their penchant for violence. Caleb, our older brother, says we’re the tie-dyed version of the Addams family.”
I once heard that describing chronic illnesses is like talking about a room on fire. You focus on the big, new items, like the fact that the curtains have caught on fire, but forget to mention the bookcase that’s been smoldering for a while now, because it’s just become your normal. I found that a pretty accurate way to describe my life, and the metaphor stuck with me.
