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“The Blood Rose?” I offered. “The one Willa stole? Or…well…me…hmm. Talking about myself in the third person is weird, but you know what I mean.”
“Yes. The Blood Rose,” he confirmed.
“Blood Rose, a white theme with Willow, a black theme with William? What would the final photo look like and where would you be in it?”
He closed his eyes as if to visualize it, and I ended up doing the same as visuals of what was brewing in his mind began to form.
“Two limited-edition magazines. Side by side. One half displaying Willow. A beautiful lace ensemble with a red rose design all across the fabric. A snowy theme, flakes falling around, and a majestic veil, almost like a wedding, but with red lips and the Blood Rose right there.”
It was unfolding perfectly in my vivid imagination, and his creative process really did intrigue me. It felt so uniquely different from Neo’s way of creating things from scratch without a vision beforehand.
“Then there would be William. A beautiful red suit, like the ones Neo enjoys wearing. Silk. Exquisite print like it was made from the gods. A black tie. Your hair has to be black. So fucking black and sophisticatedly styled. Your eyes would still be piercing blue, but you’d show a venomous side. One that’s serious and holds a hint of anger, but is still chilling to look at. It would captivate the world in just one glance. The Blood Rose would be right next to you like you’re holding it like a glass of scotch. Despite your intense gaze, you’ll be smiling to match the other cover of light. Innocent and tainted. Yin and Yang.”
He opened his eyes the same way I did, the two of us staring into each other’s eyes before he continued. “I’d be behind you in both pictures, but on the white cover, I’ll be in black, and all they’ll see is my hand on your shoulder.”
“Your bonded hand,” I whispered and the way I smiled was probably cynical in his eyes.
Or maybe for a brief moment, it felt like I wasn’t the only one smiling within myself.
Saint noticed, and he smirked. “Hello, Willa.”
That made my lips grin without my control, but compared to the times where I’d clearly lost consciousness with Willa’s control, I was present, but felt like I was in the passenger seat instead of the driver’s.
“Boo.”The word was followed with a giggle.“Tease. Scare. Conquer.”
Then I was back in control.
"That was…kinda cool,” I admitted. “I think Willa approves of this plan.”
“I think so, too,” he agreed. “You want to emphasize that we have a Blood Rose and can expose the Vatican’s secrets, which includes them potentially working with the Coven?”
“Exactly,” he replied. “But more than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“They don’t just fear being exposed,” Saint admitted. “The moment they see we carry a Blood Rose in our possession, they’ll realize that we can get more. The more roses, the more power we’ll carry. Fewer deaths in those areas, less blood for them to use for their rituals. They’ll be forced to rely on me more and more until I’m their fucking god that they have no choice but to worship or else their whole foundation will crumble and the world will witness it all. The ultimate collapse of the holy church. A public disgrace that will lead to their ultimate downfall.”
It was too fucking perfect to visualize, and I could understand the fear the mere thought would ignite in those in power. The Pope would surely be furious, not to mention all those who sat on powerful seats hidden behind a veil of purity and salvation.
“Wouldn’t they try to threaten you?” I had to ask. “Or me?”
Saint’s deep chuckle sent cold chills through me. He reached out to grasp my chin, and his eyes were now pure black while his tongue took its time gliding across his bottom lip like he was starving for food.
Or my soul. Probably my soul.
“If those pitiful, sinful fools dare try to threaten what’s mine, I’ll obliterate their entire foundation with a single snap of my fingers,”he seethed with so much hate, I believed every fucking word.“I am their savior. Not the god they try to manipulate the rest of the world into praising. They’re too impure and selfish to ever be accepted by the Creator. There’s nothing they can do other than rely on me.”
He sounded so fucking happy that they were forced to rely on him, and I wouldn’t deny that it was fucking hot. This possessive, dangerous part of him that was out to play.
I wondered if he saw the slight lust in my eyes because his lips widened into a sinister grin that made me shiver like the room was now a cold oasis.
“Be careful, Sweet Rose,”he growled against my lips and firmly kissed me until my lungs were begging for a hint of air. “We’re not in the right place for me to have you.”
His hand moved from my chin, a single sharp nail running down the side of my neck and beginning to trail down my chest until he was seconds from tugging on the neckline of my t-shirt.
“But when I do, I swear, I won’t let you go until one of those forbidden fuckers forces me to.”
Cue in the pulsing heat of wetness.
