“Get out!” I shout at her. If I can’t kill her, I can at least chase her out like a snarling, rabid dog. “You’re as disgusting as he is!”
Arabella throws her head back laughing, like my outburst is the funniest thing she’s ever heard. I want to ruin her life, watch her run away, never to come back. I didn’t care when she was just some dumb girl obsessed with my brother, but how many times did she try to hurt Sable just because? How dare she show her face here after all of that? My eyes search for weak points, anything I can possibly do to scare this bitch away. Her perfume is some high-end shit my mom would choose. The thick scent of it chokes me.
“What are you doing here?” Hadrian asks her as he lets go of one of my arms and edges between us. Someone else immediately takes his place as I struggle to get to her. She should have left with my fucking brother.
“I’m the new Offering. I’m moving in.” The answer is simple, and she smiles at each one of us with a little glimmer in her eyes like she thinks she’s going to have a grand old time fucking the five of us, but I’d rather we all die right now than touch her. That might seem a little extreme, but I’m fairly certain we would all wind up together in the afterlife anyway. I’m once again on the verge of an attack. Fucking bring my brother back, I’m not done with him.
“Are you?” Sable talks for the first time. “Since when?”
“Oh, just a few days, but I only officially signed the paperwork today,” she answers Sable happily, like they’re friends talking about some good news for her. It cuts me that she’s here to see this, that she has to play these catty games.
“Are you planning to move your things in today?”
“Mmm,” she says, pulling out her phone and sending someone a text.
“She’s nothing,” I say to Sable. I wish the guys would let me go at this point, not so I could kill Arabella, but so I could touch Sable and let her skin calm some of this torture. “Soren may have brought her here, but she’s not shit.”
“There’s no need to be rude, Orion,” Arabella says, her taunt landing like a punch.
“Who brought you here? Who gave you access to this room?” Parker asks.
“We are always notified when an Offering is coming.” I arch my eyebrows at Arabella, happy we all agree she’s a fucking liar. “We pick them up by the fucking gate.”
“I sat down with Julien Hollow and signed the paperwork like everyone else does. You want to know who brought me tothe room? Why don’t you ask him? It’s not like I know the name of every peon who goes here.”
“You need to leave, now,” Hadrian finally says.
Instead of Arabella arguing, Sable asks, “Why? If she’s the Offering, this is her room.” She shrugs, and given the fact that she was crying in our arms just a few minutes ago, she’s way too calm for my liking. “Hell, I never even wanted to come back to Bellthorn. If being your whore does it for her, she can go right ahead.”
“She’s not the Offering,” all of us speak in unison.
Arabella smiles. “I am. But I’m also extremely nice, so I’ll give you a moment to take your trash and move out of my room.”
She turns and heads to the door, grabbing her purse like she’s already comfortable here and this is her space. “And don’t worry, boys, I’ll be patient with all of you too.” She blows a kiss to the room before slamming the door.
“Fucking bitch!” I shout at the top of my lungs, but she’s already gone.
CHAPTER 34
SABLE
“Where the fuck is he?I’m going to kill him,” Orion shouts, and since Arabella is gone, the guys see fit to release him. He stomps off in the direction of the suite they share.
“Orion, stop,” I say, hoping I have a chance to talk some sense into him.
He turns on me, fury all over his features. He storms toward me, and if I didn’t know him so well, I’d be afraid, but he would never hurt me in any real way. Orion is loyal to a fault, and this rift with his brother is killing him. He reaches me, pulling me roughly into his arms once again. He isn’t the type to be careful, and he’s not used to me being hurt. I whimper just a little as he pushes too hard against my stitches.
“Sorry,” he murmurs with his nose in my hair, breathing me in like I’m all the peace he has in the world. It makes me feel powerful and needed in a way I never thought I would be again. I wrap my arms tight around him for maximum effect.
“How could he do this to us after everything?” he moans miserably.
“It wasn’t him, Orion,” I promise. I may not know how this happened or exactly why, but I’m sure the man who sat for hours in that car, like a self-imposed punishment, wasn’t bringing herhere to be his girlfriend and share with his friends. The thought was sarcastic, given how much they all hate her, yet I still manage to hurt my own feelings. She can’t be that bad, can she? How many times did Soren fuck her?
“How the hell do you know?” he asks me with a rude level of accusation.
I smack him lightly on the back of the head. “Speak nicely to me or don’t speak to me at all.”
He laughs like that surprised him, not like he actually finds it funny.
