Moonlash had been one of his favorite clubs. It was where he’d gone when he needed a little fun. And where he’d met Colin. And Greg. And Isaac. And Daniel. There were a few more false mates in there somewhere.
A part of Abi was grateful for the way Colin had ended things. No conversation about how it was them and not Abi. “You’re great, but I just don’t feel the pull anymore.” For two of his fake mates, it hadn’t even taken that long. Daniel had even found his real mate after three days. He’d been one of the good ones. Nice enough to apologize and say nice things about their time together before he dumped Abi.
There were a couple of guys who didn’t deserve any real estate in Abi’s mind. Therefore, he wouldn’t even think of their names. But they had tried to get violent before breaking up with him, claiming it was his fault, as though he chose to have a scent so appealing that everyone with a good enough sense of smell mistook him for their mate. Primal reactions occurred and then faded over time. And then they left Abi with nothing but the pain of failure.
So yeah, Colin wasn’t the first. Despite his propensity toward narcissism, he wasn’t even the worst. But he would be the last.
Finding Colin fucking someone else outside Moonlash seemed almost poetic. Painful but simple all at the same time.
Abi smacked the steering wheel with the palm of his hand before gripping it so tightly his knuckles turned white. The keys, hanging in the ignition, clinked together, sounding the promise of no more shitty fake mates into existence.
The parking lot didn’t have lights. The only source came from the building and the streetlights a few yards away. He’d parked in the shadows.
He didn’t like Colin. Colin had sucked the life out of him in a way narcissists did. The gaslighting had been enough to make Abi murderous, not that it took much. A few days of separation had become necessary. And Abi came back just in time, it seemed. Colin, the filthy liar, wouldn’t make this Abi’s fault. Abi wouldn’t even give him the chance.
Hope died a swift death.
Abi turned the key over just enough so that the windows were powered. He pressed the button until the glass between the door panels disappeared.
If he used his skinwalker hearing, he could make out the slurps and the slight gagging. Just the way Colin liked it. “Watch the teeth, honey.”
He’d never had to say that to Abi. Not one time.
Fuck. Why am I torturing myself?Abi wished he had an answer to that. He would not shed tears over Colinthe fucking prickCunningham.
Another one bites the dust.He liked that Peter was always there to talk to. He’d never had an internal connection with anyone else, including his fake mates. Not even those who had tried and failed to leave a mating mark.
I’m sorry, Abi.Peter’s constant presence used to be a little scary. The embarrassment during certain moments in his life, especially during intimate moments with someone else, never went away. Peter was like a god, always just a thought away. All Abi had to do was think about him and he’d be there, ready to give terrible advice.My advice is great. Thank you very much.
I want a new assignment.
I have a lead on something. Come home. We’ll talk.
He’d rather not. The last thing he wanted was pity, which was exactly what he would get as soon as he walked through the door. If he were going to face that, then at least he could get drunk first.
Abner’s chest ached from the betrayal. It made him double down on his vow to never fall for a man who claimed to be his mate ever again.All men are scumbags.
I know. I know. All of us. Every single one. Except for your true mate.
I’m beginning to think I don’t have one.
You do. I promise.Peter Sylvain had several unique abilities. One of which was the gift of foresight. There were things Peter could do that even Abi wasn’t aware of, and Abi had been in the Sylvain family longer than anyone else, even Peter’s lost mate.
Abi and Peter had been through a lot together. Peter knew everything there was to know about Abi.You’re probably the only one I’ll ever have an internal link with.
No.
You can’t know that for sure.He could no longer believe in and hope for someone who didn’t exist. Love was for suckers who fell for everything.
How’s the demon?The poor guy in the basement was a reminder that things could be worse. Like way, way worse. At least he wasn’t stuck in any of his many forms like the demon was.
Abi sucked in a breath and told himself to be grateful for his family. Even the demon in the basement, who threatened to possess and kill everyone he encountered, including Peter, which was just about the stupidest thing anyone could do. Seriously, the guy was lucky the family had a thing for saving the freaks of the world, or the demon would have been dust a long time ago.
Spicy as ever. But I have a new doctor who I’m hopeful can help him.
There went that word again. Hope. It was a truly awful thing when hope died.
A doctor? Where did you find someone who specializes in broken demons?
