Gypsy Freak (All The Pretty Monsters #2)(66)
I leave Damien behind when I do get in a hurry.
Chapter 24
VIOLET
“It’s a personal letter. You’re not supposed to read it,” I hear Lemon hissing.
“It was balled up in her drawer like trash. How was I supposed to know?” Tiara is answering.
“It was in her drawer!”
“You’re back!” Mary says loudly on a nervous laugh, her eyes widening on mine. Then her nose wrinkles. “With vampire all over you…”
“With Arion all over her,” Lemon says as she starts sniffing around my neck, tickling me.
“Told ya! I like your style,” Tiara says with a firm nod. “There’s nothing wrong with vampire sex.”
“But Arion?” Lemon snaps.
“Arion would slaughter a legion of people for vengeance if she was killed with his scent on her,” Mary assures her, which…definitely does not make me feel assured about anything other than the fact he’s certifiably insane and I’m still attracted to him.
I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.
“I went to get clarification,” I answer dismissively.
“Clarification on what?”
My eyes pass over the wrinkled, open letter from Anna that Leiza quickly tries to cover when she sees me looking at it. I just exhale while shaking my head.
“I’m still not sure if I have a definitive answer, but the bottom line is that as long as Arion needs me for whatever game he’s playing, you’re safe. And for now, he needs me.”
“What about later?” Lemon asks.
“Later is yet to be determined.” I lift the letter as Ingrid pops out of nowhere and puts a drink in my hand.
“Why are you reading my personal—”
Tiara lets off a sharp growl, and suddenly all five girls burst out in fur, wolves surrounding me in my kitchen, seconds before my door is kicked open.
My glass tumbles to the ground, shattering, as two men in masks come out of nowhere.
“Get to Emit’s. Now!” I shout at Leiza as I rush toward the two men, threads flying across the room around me.
I never fight first, but this time I have no choice, because there are others who can die and can’t do anything to really protect themselves.
The threads grapple both men, and I see Leiza exhale in relief, before following the rest of the omegas out, racing away.
I rush over, ripping the mask off the first restrained guy, seeing his face distorted as a snout starts to form.
A screech escapes me as I stumble back, skipping step one and getting ready for step two, trying to dig my silver Van Helsing knife out of the holster on my ankle.
I never make it quite that far, because something slams into the back of my head so hard that the light speckles for just another blink—
Chapter 25
EMIT
My head pounds as my eyes struggle to open. I’m dizzy and disoriented, blinking slowly to blurry images around me as a familiar voice rises to my ears.
“Too long we’ve watched as the vampire alphas stepped on our wolf alphas!”
A round of cheers has my eyes swinging up, finding a crowd of fifty or more…wolves.
The sting of betrayal never burns any less, no matter how many centuries dwindle on.
My eyes adjust to the dim lighting inside the large barn. The mobs never get more creative. They form, they stage a coup, they kill, and I come back to kill only the ones I must.
“This almost went south, but tonight, we stepped up and we did what had to be done. We cut the loose ends like he’s failed to do. We cleaned up the mess like good alphas should. And we’ll take our packs like the alphas we’re meant to be, and deal with the fucking vampires the way wolves were intended to do.”
I laugh under my breath, drawing Ian’s attention as the restraints on my arms and legs hold me in place to…something. My head is still a slight fog after the clocking I took.
I was on the phone with Damien…wasn’t I? Now I’m here with a mutinous bunch of traitors.
My life on a cycle.
My head falls back as Ian glares over me with far more contempt than I deserve from him, of all people. I’ve practically raised him.
Sheltered him.
“You think this is funny?” he asks as the rest of the room goes quiet. “Was it funny when Arion came in and tore apart all your wolves? Was it funny when you let him off with a slap on the wrist?”
I shrug a shoulder. “Get the taste of blood you want, Ian. Kill me and enjoy it for the next twenty-eight years while I take a little break during full reincarnation. Then, on my twenty-eighth birthday, I’ll return and kill you as I’ve killed every other beta before you for doing this exact same—”
“We’re not killing you, alpha,” he says, spitting that word out like I’m the disgrace to it.
I’ve only ever wronged one pack.
I take in the fact that I’m clamped inside what appears to be a silver coffin. It burns when I move just a little and a hint of skin slips off the rubber mat I’m strapped to, so there’s definitely a lot of pure silver in it.
“Not the first time someone has buried me. You going to bury Vance too? Before he finds me?”