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Fuck. I’m in so much trouble.
War
I’m notthe kind of man to live with regrets. Everything I do in life, I do because I fucking want to. Halen Hayes included. I could still smell her on my fingers when we landed in Perdita. She is a King, which means she’s fair game.
I’ll keep telling myself that.
I follow Vaden and Priest down the stairs that lead out onto the tarmac and awaiting cars. Four SUVs and a blacked-out Mercedes minibus.
Kinder meets us at the bottom, his ice-like eyes void of emotion as he looks over my shoulder, finding Halen. “The princess is finally in, I see.”
I step in the way of his sight. “Yeah, but if you look too much—” I lean to the side to catch his attention, since he’s so fixated on her. “—you might lose those pretty eyes, Lost Boy.”
Priest turns over his shoulder again, looking between Halen and I with indifference. Priest isn’t stupid. In fact, he’s entirely too fucking smart for his own good. It’s not a matter of when he’s going to figure it out. It’s a matter of when he’s going to approach it.
Kinder’s head dips somberly, stepping back as he gestures to the minivan. “How many are in this load?”
“Eight.” Priest points at the SUV nearest to us. “And they can go straight to the gully. Have them waiting for us.”
Kinder bows and I respond with a wink, heading to the SUV. I slide into the back as everyone follows, with Halen directly in front of me and her brother beside her.
I run one of the fingers I used to fuck her with over my upper lip, grinning around the movement.
She clears her throat. “Uh, so who is going to fill me in?”
Vaden snickers, glaring out the window. “How much do you know about Perdita and what it’s used for?”
She shrugs, and it’s amusing. As much as she thinks she can handle what happens, I’m one hundred percent sure she can’t. Which is fine. It just means that she’s easy to mold into whatever the fuck we want.
I.
Whatever the fuckIwant.
“Only what is told in the Hayeses’ grimoire.” Those fucking old tales told by equally as old ancestors who couldn’t shut the fuck up. Some things would have been better left a mystery, and everything inside of each family’s grimoire included.
“And by told, you mean secondhand?” Vaden comes back to her.
Her cheeks turn pink, and I know it’s getting to her that she doesn’t know what we’re talking about.
“When our parents got pregnant, they decided to move us all back to Riverside. They spent their young years in the Hamptons, but they knew that when the time came, they would bring us back here. While they were gone, Riverside was a fucking mess. Filled with crime and drugs, it took our families coming back for it to leave. But it did just that. It disappeared.For them, it was fine because they didn’t have to do anything extreme. The trash took itself out. Until a couple weeks ago.”
She blinks at me and I fight the urge to laugh.
“Hmmm…” She crosses her leg over the other, her matte black fingernail beating against her thigh.
A thigh I not long ago had in the palm of my hand.
I grab onto the crotch of my jeans to readjust myself.
“And what has that got to do with the van load of people?”
Priest turns to her. “It’s why they’re here. This is part of what we do.”
She seems to muse over his answer before her hands come together with a clap. “Okay. Since we’re switching stories, which, by the way, I didn’t know, so thanks for that—” She leans over and her fingers wrap around mine when she reaches for the bottle.
My jaw tenses when her touch ripples through me like thunder.
I release it and she falls against her chair, covering her lips around the rim. Lips that need to meet my cock ASAP.
