He looked oddly, surprisingly human.
“You need to go,” he said.
The demand wasn’t coated in the cruel venom he usually stabbed me with. His whole body was tense, and itsounded more like he was asking me to go, begging me to go. So that was why I didn’t argue. Why I didn’t pout.
I just stood up and pushed my skirt back down.
Eventually I called my car and made it home as the sun was rising above the sparkling, iron ocean. I made my way through the cavernous insides of my home in a daze.
What the fuck did I just do?
I’d always had these dark, uncontrollable thoughts. These stark and vivid scenes that just flew into my brain. When I was still in school, I used to stare at the windows, and they’d explode. The glass would fly at me, slicing open my skin.
And then my friends would say something and the windows were magically whole again.
I’d died, but was still there.
Being with Grim was like that, too, in a way.
So I guess what I was saying was, there was a part of me that didn’t just want to know how far down the rabbit hole goes. I wanted the darkness to swallow me?—
I stopped short.
Lock was on my bed, his shoes on and feet crossed.
“What the fuck?”
I should have known something was off right away, because when I got to my wing, my guards were gone. I was too in my head, though. I felt like I was on the Titanic, my perfect world slowly colliding with the darkness, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
As I spoke, I caught a glimpse of a second shadow on my balcony—Wraith—and then I saw a third body at my desk, looking out the window—Raze.
Three Horsemen were in my bedroom.
Raze slowly turned around, facing me. “You’re home late, Barbie.”
SEVENTEEN
GEMMA
In all my years indebted to the Horsemen, I had only ever dealt with Grim. Rarely, his brothers would provide backup, but never alone.
Never like this, showing up in my fucking world.
I went to Lock and shoved his boots off my duvet. “Excuse you. This is imported.”
Something like a smile tugged at the corner of his thick red lips. As quickly as I saw it come, he wiped it off.
“You can’t just come into my home, my world. What if someone saw you?”
Lock stood off my bed. He was towering. Too imposing. “Now you care if someone sees you?”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Where were you tonight, princess?”
The night rushed over me. Grim’s touch searing my skin. The ravenous gleam in his eyes when he’d asked me to leave.
I shrugged. “Out.”
