“Her shoes are gone,” Blake said and Kyan’s laughter reached me.
“Why are you laughing?” Saint snapped.
“Because now we get to hunt her,” he replied darkly and goosebumps rippled over my flesh. I was too angry to care what they were going to do when they found me. I didn’t give a fuck. Saint couldn’t do a single thing worse to me than what he’d already done. And he deserved to have his entire routine destroyed for keeping my letters from me. He had no right. No fucking right.
The front door slammed as they left and I crawled out from under the bed, throwing a surreptitious glance over the balcony to make sure they were really gone before heading downstairs. Then I jogged down into the crypt and grabbed every single one of my favourite snacks and carried them back to the couch. I reckoned I had at least a few hours before they gave up looking for me and came back here. So I was going to enjoy my morning stuffing my face and watching a romance movie where the male lead wasn’t a sadistic asshole.
I shot Monroe a message to tell him what I’d done with a grin on my face and he replied soon after.
Monroe:
I know, princess, they have me out looking for you ;)
I laughed as I kicked my feet up on the table. I was going to be staying with him tonight so I could at least avoid Saint’s rage when it carried on into the evening. Though I reckoned I was going to have to face the punishment of all punishments before then.
Two Nicholas Sparks’ movies, a bag of popcorn, a large bag of Cheetos and three cans of coke later, the door sounded and my heart jolted. I reached for the can of tuna in my pocket, opening it in my lap as Saint, Blake and Kyan spilled into the church. They all fell still as they spotted me and I gave them an innocent look.
“Where have you been?” I asked lightly as Saint’s jaw started ticking.
“Get hold of her Kyan,” Saint growled and I sprang to my feet, leaping onto the coffee table and scooping the tuna into my palm.
“I’ll throw it,” I warned.
“Like I give a shit,” Kyan laughed in a low tone, but I hadn’t been talking to him.
He strode towards the couch as I swung my arm back, launching it across the room and it slapped against Saint’s chest with a loud thwack. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. Didn’t blink. But his eyes definitely set fire to his brain.
Blake stared at Saint like he was a hydrogen bomb about to blow.
Saint didn’t move a muscle, but his face darkened to purest sin. “Get. Her. Now.”
Kyan lunged over the couch and I tossed the empty can aside, holding out my wrists in surrender. He frowned as he caught hold of me, tugging me off the table and suddenly he was all I could see as he blocked my path.
“Haven’t you learned not to rile him up yet?” he breathed. “He’s going to crucify you.”
“Careful, Ky,” I said. “It almost sounds like you give a shit.”
“So what if I do?” he hissed and my stomach swirled.
“Are you going to keep me waiting?” Saint snarled and I lifted my chin as Kyan marched me over to him like a prisoner of war.
“What will it be Saint? Are you going to drown me in the font again?” I snatched my hands out of Kyan’s grip and stepped up to Saint, staring him in the eyes. “Tie me up, spank me? Or are you going to hurt me for real this time? Are you going to make me bleed, Saint Memphis? Is that what you really crave?” My lower lip quivered with rage and Saint gazed evenly back at me, his eyes narrowed on me like missiles. I moved another step forward, tip-toeing to get up in his face. “I don’t care what it is by the way, just get it over with.”
His lips twitched and an achingly long moment of silence stretched between us.
“Saint, maybe-” Blake started, but Saint raised a hand to shut him up and a deadly tension gripped me by the throat.
“Luckily for you, I have spent my time looking for you harnessing my anger and comprising a three part punishment for you this afternoon,” Saint said with something of a smirk. “Are you going to obey me or are you going to be difficult?”
I shrugged. “I’ll take your punishment. I don’t care.”
“You will,” he hissed, grabbing my arm and pushing me toward Blake. “Hold her there while I call Rebecca. This mess is unacceptable.” He marched towards Kyan and Blake’s room.
“Where you going?” Blake called as he took my hand.
“To borrow some of your fucking clothes because I’d rather die than dress in the hillbilly shit Kyan wears.” Blake’s door slammed a second later and I released an empty laugh.
“What’s got into you?” Blake asked, spinning me around to look at him, his eyes fierce.
“Saint just gave me the reminder I needed as to why I despise him to the root of my being.” I folded my arms and Blake frowned.
“He didn’t burn the letters at least,” Blake defended him and I pouted.
“No, but now he’s keeping them from me like that’s perfectly acceptable, saying I have to earn them. I mean, who does he think he is?”
“The king of the world, duh,” Kyan said unhelpfully as he shoved my empty snack packets off the couch and fell down onto it like he was planning to take a nap.
“Why isn’t Monroe with you?” I asked, realising he should have been there.
Blake’s brows pulled together. “How do you know he was with us?”
My heart juddered as I realised my mistake. “Because you’re the Night
