My lips part in shock.
He closes his eyes, savouring the taste of my blood, a low moan vibrating from him.
What the fuck is happening?!I scream internally.
He stands, opening his eyes, hunger burning deep within his gaze. My head begins to feel woozy, and the room spins slightly. My muscles start relaxing, and a long sigh escapes me.
“Man, what did you give me?” I ask. My mind is at war with itself; the rational fear is trying to fight whatever drug they’ve given me. But I feel calm. I feel drunk.
“Ask her,” one of them says. I try to look aroundthe room to see who spoke, but as I do, everything blurs, and it’s as if the floor shifts beneath me.
“Whoa,” I mutter.
Their leader crouches before me. I blink, looking at him.
“You have really weird eyes.” I giggle.
I hear a grunt of amusement behind me.
“See, he thinks so, too.” I grin.
President Amber Eyes doesn’t laugh.
“Jeez, tough crowd,” I snort. My mind is screaming that this is not the time to joke, but I can’t help it.
“Where are the Crawley brothers?” he growls.
“With their mamma?” I chuckle.
“Why were you at their warehouse?” he presses.
“Suzie dragged me to it. She was hoping to ride one of the guys there. She’s got a thing for the bad boys. She would like you. Terrible taste in men,” I tut.
I hear a few cough a laugh, but then a pang of pain hits me in my chest.
“Well, I don’t think she would like you much anymore since you killed her,” I sigh.
“We didn’t kill her,” he says.
“Oh, you did. Everyone was partying until you turned up. Shot her straight in the head. In cold blood,” I accuse, frowning. “Why is it called ‘in coldblood’? Because isn’t blood warm? Like, it’s in your body, so surely, it’s warm.”
“It’s more tepid. Like a glass of water with no ice,” one of them answers.
“Clutch,” President Amber Eyes snaps.
“Clutch!” I repeat, mocking him. “Like a clutch purse?”
He grins. “Nah, baby doll. Clutch in a car.”
“There are clutches in cars?!” I gasp.
Clutch’s grin widens. “I like her.” He winks.
I grin back. “I like you, too, Clutch.”
“Enough!” President Amber Eyes barks, the sound echoing off the stone walls. I flinch.
“No need to be jealous, President Amber Eyes. If you weren’t so shouty, I’d like you, too,” I assure him.
