Psychology wasn’t my forte and I knew even less about how the mind worked, despite our proclivities. However, the change in eye color from honey gold to that deep expressive gray wasimpossible without a manual switch. The alters had more autonomy than we thought if Killian or Finn was actively changing their eye color to match the driving personality.
Which wouldn’t be possible if they weren’t both somehow working together to create the image we all knew and loved.
For a brief second, I wondered if Killian was just a mask. Just something to lure people in before he unloaded on them the darkness that he truly was. Then I wiped that thought away to deal with the chaos Finn had left us.
KILLIAN
Fighting Finn for dominance had been a chore. He kept trying to push Dark or Daemon through but our men needed me, the alter they first met and fell in love with. The fact that he had chosen this moment to give me back the reins, seconds before we were pushing outside into the hall wasn’t great. After Jade had cleaned up and left, Finn so graciously left me outside of that drab room, trying to make me see this his way.
The problem was that he loved too hard in a way that was going to get us all killed or locked up. Sure, Nyla had disrespected me but killing her and using Jade so that she’d be implicated in all this shit later was ridiculous. The fucker throwing us into a deep sleep so that I woke up with my arms wrapped around our shredded creation was worse.
Finn had started cackling, saying that it gave ‘sleeping like the dead’ a whole new meaning.Bastard.And now I was being smothered by my men who were stuffing me back into the room I had just escaped. Panic sat at the edge of my mind but not because of Finn’s unhinged ass. Because waking up to a dead body was not my idea of fun. Her lifeless eyes staring into my soul were something I wasn’t going to be able to forget for a long fucking time.
So, I clung to my cannibal, admiring the blond hair before burying my face into his chest. Aeron continued whispering in my ear that I was okay, that everything would be alright, that he got me but I wasn’t focused on that. I was focused on the other two’s reactions, hoping that they wouldn’t look deeper into this scene than they had to.
I pulled away from Aeron just enough to catch the admiration on Slash’s face.
Does he like it?
Ask him if he likes it!
Fuck, maybe I should just come out
and ask myself, Killian.
I wanna ask if him if he-
You’re going to fucking destroy us all with a stunt like that. Forcing Killian out like that? We’re going to die from you doing something so incredibly stupid.
Of all people, it should have been me or Daemon.
Maybe you should start asking
Killian more questions, hmmm?
He’s not as innocent
as you make him out to be.
I ignored their little spat, not wanting to let Dark and Daemon know what was currently running through my head. They’d find out eventually. Dealing with Finn for as long as I had, Dark and Daemon had been a welcome addition. Now that Finn was running amuck all over again, trying to shove him into the void from before wouldn’t be as easy.
A little sigh fell from my lips as Aeron continued to hold me, my attention falling to Samael. The man was laser-focused on Nyla or what used to be her sprawled across the couch. It didn’t take a genius to understand what had taken place in this room and I meant more than just the dismembering.
The sex.
Cum and blood were mixed together, splattered across her body and the couch and the floor. Finn had had a little too much fun and I had to shift in Aeron’s arms to hide the growing bulge in my pants. I was a sick,sickbastard.
Yeah, you are.
Fuck off, Finn.
Recognition flickered in the cop’s face, his expression hardened as he turned those nearly black eyes on me. I almost wet my pants and came at the same time. “Killian, is that the fucking girl you work with?”
Silence spread through the room as I fought the urge to bury my face back into Aeron’s chest. Playing into this innocent personality was becoming impossible. Not because I wasn’t innocent but because Finn and I were much more the same person than we used to be. He might have believed he was first, that I was only a mask but that was impossible. Not with everything that I knew.
A tremble ran down my spine, adrenaline still coursing through my limbs. My cock was hard, I was anxious, and a torrent of emotions was warring through me from the three alters trying to figure me out.
Why are you not freaking out, Primrose? Last time shit happened, I appeared.
