A smirk pulls at the corners but my lips part hard like I should be offended... Should I? Why does liking him sound like an accusation?
The three of us had sex! And yet, do I admit I like him before he admits it to me? Why is sex so much easier than emotions?
“Oh no,” I whisper mockingly. “I think he’s right. I am slightly fond of you,” I say carefully. Apprehensively.
It’s another fucking test.
Oh. My. Goddess. I’m trapped in this literal hell hole and forced to admit my feelings for these two!
Wait. Just one. Only Avian cares if I actually like him. Roman... I don’t think Roman gives one fuck if anyone likes him. After killing his brother, Ravar, Queen of Hell doesn’t even like him so why would anyone else even try?
The sweetest smile kisses Avian’s lips. “Yeah, but... he thinks you likeonlyme.”
Only. Me.
What do they want here?
Should I have brought treats for them? Reward them with little snackies every time one of them uses their words to fully express themselves?
I stare blankly. Avian stares, waiting. Roman, well, Roman ignores both of us as if the wall is the utter most enthralling thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
“He fucking thinks we should be together, Cers. Like... without him.” Avian says with a high lift of his palms held out at his sides.
Oh.
Um.
Huh.
“Fuck,” Roman hisses through his teeth as he thrusts his hand over his face and then down the back of his head.
Oh, my Goddess. He likes me.
Roman fucking does care if someone likes him. And he cares if I’m that someone.
Except my vagina used both of their cocks like a fantastic artisan pussy sandwich, and now neither of them knows what we are.
Fuck. What are we?
“Um.” I barely get that one word out
It’s such an unstable response that I wish I could take it back before it’s even out. Because that’s all I’m able to give them before the door swings open with a bang.
Zilo storms in on stomping hurried steps that reflect the urgency in his big green eyes. “The Night Witch—the queen. She’s gone mad again. And this time... it’s worse.”
It’s worse.
Everything is worse now.
And it won’t be getting better.
EIGHTEEN
A MOTHER’S DAUGHTER
I thoughtZilo would lead us back to the dining hall. I wish he would have.
Instead, we stand bathing beneath the light of the full moon. And that’s what makes tonight so frightening. My Goddess Moon blesses supernaturals. The fae, the shifters, even the once great and mighty dragons feel the moon’s gifts. We’re strongest during the full moon. I think that’s what makes Creatchin so terrifying in this moment.
