Not mine.
I’ve seen it too often, found too many strangers sneaking into my bed and trying to touch me. Every time, they’re pretty little things, desperate to elevate their status, and willing to do whatever the Council asks to make it happen.
The mortal is no different. The moment she learned who Leon was, she spread her legs and invited him inside her. She’s just another perfect little Council fuck-puppet.
But then why did she fight him? Why did she look relieved to be here? The dark voice inside me won’t shut up, knowing I don’t have answers.
I think back to the bruises that litter her skin, and shudder as I try to keep the fury at bay.
We always planned to work with Leon and the mortal to take down Need. It’s the most peaceful route.
But now…
Red light pulses over my skin, and I take another deep breath.
Fuck peace. Leon started the war the moment he laid a hand on her. Even if she’s a Council spy, I’m never giving her back.
Having her here is already driving me crazy. I’m itching to go back to her room. Finally having her eyes on me, even when they’re shining with promises of violence, stirs something in me.
But it wasn’t just anger in her gaze. I think my little mortal is attracted…
No – it’s just an act.
She’ll do whatever it takes to get close to my family, only to sell our secrets back to the Council.
Something uncomfortable twists in my gut. It’s been over an hour since I left her curled up on the floor and crying.
Surely, she’s okay now.
But what if she isn’t?
Sighing, I shove away from the dining table.
Her room is directly across from mine, in case she has any bright ideas about trying to hurt my family.
I ignore the way my chest relaxes, knowing that she’s close.
She ignores my knocking, and I’m about to leave, until I smell blood. I’m inside in an instant, spotting the open window and blood-stained mattress.
She wouldn’t…
I apparate outside, and my hands are shaking so badly that I’m barely able to pick up the tattered remains of her blankets.
She made a rope – a rope that didn’t hold.
SHE FUCKING FELL?
More panic floods me, the surge only slowing when I spot her, casually walking back to the castle with Rosie, like she didn’t almost die.
I’m torn between needing to hold her and wanting to shake some fucking sense into her.
I settle on intimidating her, instead.
Except my kitten is a fucking hellcat, and she isn’t having it. Anger radiates from her as she steps closer, glaring at me.
Her dark honeysuckle scent washes over me, and my brain immediately short-circuits. All I can picture are those eyes glaring at me while I fuck that smart mouth.
Fuck, I need to get away from her, or this is going to end very badly.
