He deserved it.
He deserved so much more.
Dean had made a sound then, drawing my attention away from the body and reminding me that we had to get out of here. We had to run.
With the little strength Dean had, he got to his feet with my help, and we left. We didn’t grab a single item, not a cell phone or a bag, but in my pocket, I had the blade that had saved us.
Sebastian found us close to dawn. He had blood on him too, but it had been obvious from the wounds on his face that the blood was his own. He looked as if he’d had the shit kicked out of him, but he took one look at both of us and bundled us into a car.
And we never looked back, he brought us into a new life. Where we were in control, where we were the formidable ones, the ones everyone else got on their knees for.
He and then Malakai becamefamily.
I took a vow that day, to never let another person down.
“You good?” Sebastian shoves my shoulder, a shit eating grin on his face. “What the fuck are you daydreaming about?”
“Shit night’s sleep,” I explain, it is technically not a lie. I didn’t sleep at all, too busy mulling over what had happened on the couch. I never should have asked Savannah to do that, never should have watched.
If Bast knew…
Fuck.
He passes me a beer as Willow and Olivia come in, Willow nursing a glass of champagne while Oli sips orange juice, a small bump stretching the front of her dress.
“No Savvy?” Sebastian looks to the door as if his sister is about to walk right through it. But she isn’t here, it’s like an instinct, I can sense her. Her presence, her soul since it’s wrapped so tightly around mine. I fear there is no way to get her out.
It is torture.
“She has a date,” Willow goes to Bast, curling up against his side as his arm comes around her but her words hit me like a freight train.
A date.
With another man.
A man that is not me.
She isn’t mine.
My nails bite into my palm where I’ve curled my fingers in, jealousy heating my blood to an inferno that has sweat breaking out on the nape of my neck. Willow flicks her eyes to me, soft and almost knowing but she looks away quickly.
“A date?” Bast snap, “With who?”
I’m staring at Sebastian’s wife intensely, waiting for her to tell me a name. Just a name.
“Adrien,” She swallows, her teeth biting into her bottom lip.
“Who the fuck is Adrien!?” Bast snaps.
My heart is pounding inside my chest, palms sweating. She’s going out withhim.
As Willow explains who he is to Sebastian, I pull out my cell, putting on a front so the whole room doesn’t see how fucking murderous I feel right now. I didn’t like him the first time I met him but now? Now I want to rip him apart.
I pull up Savannah’s contact, hovering over the call button with my thumb and excuse myself from the room before I hit it.
It rings. And it rings.
“Hi,” Her voice chirpily sounds in my ear, “You’vereached Savannah, I can’t get to the phone right now! Please leave a message.”
