Watching you slowly fall apart. It’s fun.
You shouldn’t be outside of that room.
I shouldn’t be. No. But I am.
Stop fucking with me, Killian.
Finn, do you need something?
Why is your contact still in? This is my time.
Is it? I wasn’t aware.
Killian snorted as his arms folded across his chest, the deviant smile I usually wore plastered on his face. Those mismatched eyes of his glittered with untold secrets, secrets that would no doubt ruin me. I was all for the unhinged, craziness that was our mind but only if I was in control.
Also, it’s not that my contact is in. You’re missing one.
I was ripped out of my head, two strong hands gripping my shoulders as Samael shouted for me to come back to reality. I swallowed nervously as I met his gaze through the mirror. “I’m fine. I just…” The idea that everything I knew was wrong plagued me. I hated that I might just be a pawn in someone else’s game. If Killian was right…
Needing to know, I reached up to the honey-gold eye and gently dragged my lower lid down. Then I tapped my eyeball, a strangled sound tearing from my throat when my contact sprang free. For so fucking long, I believed my eyes were genuinely gold. They always had been before Killian. I thought he invented that heterochromia shit and now I realized that I had manufactured a part of us.
Which meant that I wasn’t—that Icouldn’tbe the original.
Killian was.
Samael looked as shocked as I did at the discovery but didn’t comment on it. He pulled me back into the shower and washed me off before carting me to his bedroom, Aeron and Slash already piled on the mattress.
“Wait a fucking second. Our kitten’s eyes aregray? Since when?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. This wasn’t part of the plan. Needing a solace my men couldn’t give me, I dove into my mind and locked myself in that room with them.
What the fuck is going on? Holy shit.
All four of us now had the same ocean-gray eyes, an eerie sight when I was used to seeing flecks of gold for so long.
Well, that’s trippy.
Our eyes have always been gray. I liked the innocence of two colors. Finn has always thought he was the original and somehow, subconsciously thought it was the gold one.
Primrose,why the fuck would you keep that secret?
Because Finn is a twat, lording that ‘original’ bullshit over our heads all the time. I needed him to figure that out on his own.
So you’re the original?
Killian didn’t answer, just smirked at the three of us before plopping into a seat at the table.
What else do you know?
Lot’s of things. Too many things.
Killian was being purposefully vague so I’d have to do my own research, which would include rummaging through his old bedroom to hopefully find something that would give me the answers I was searching for.
A jostle tore me from the room and I hissed at the culprit, Slash narrowing his gaze in my direction. “Are we looking at another alter situation? What the fuck is going on?”
“We’re looking at a ‘Killian is the original alter’ situation. Don’t trust that guy. At all. Fuck. This wasn’t part of the plan,” I mumbled, hoping my men would leave it alone. I had a good hour or two before I needed to be at work and I wanted to show up a little rested to avoid questions about Nala’s whereabouts.
Samael saddled up against my back, Aeron wrapped around Slash’s.
