Revenge is a bitch and I am her.
I stepped away from him, bending down to wipe my hands off on the grass before taking out my phone and snapping a picture for me to look at a thousand times in the future.
The crowd were laughing their assess off, but I could barely hear them as I focused on the beast kneeling before me, paying for his crimes, his face fixed into a scowl.
“You can get up now,” I said at last and he rose to his feet, striding towards me and releasing his junk, earning a collective gasp from the crowd and me. I tried to leap away, seeing the danger in his eyes far too late as he whipped me up into his arms, tossed my phone on the ground and started striding toward the lake.
“Kyan!” I screamed as he strode into the water and dove under the surface with me locked in his arms.
The freezing water enveloped me and I spluttered as he released me, coming up for air.
He stayed under for several seconds before breaking the surface, scrubbing the fish out of his hair and fixing me with an intense look.
He grabbed me by the waist, yanking me against his hard body and my heart jolted in alarm. His eyes danced with shadows and a chill took hold of me as I surveyed the droplets racing down his chiselled features. His lips were wet and enticing and I tried not to think of what Mila had said about an all-consuming kiss winning someone’s heart. I imagined a kiss from Kyan would consume me for sure. Like flames, charring everything black on my insides and making me hurt so good. But I wasn’t up to par for him. I was just a way to entertain him from time to time. I would never be able to fill the void in Kyan Roscoe even if I wanted to. It was an eternal space that grew bigger every day.
His eyes scored over my features and his upper lip pulled back in a snarl. “You see a heartless monster when you look at me,” he stated, his voice lacking any emotion and making my breathing stutter.
“What else is there to see?” I asked icily, part of me wanting him to contradict it and prove everything I’d just said was wrong. But if there was a girl out there who could save Kyan, give him what he so deeply craved, then it wasn’t me. Even if maybe, deep down in the most deplorable part of my being, I wanted it to be.
He glanced away across the lake as he released a derisive breath through his nose, his grip on my waist becoming too tight. “I guess you’re right, baby. So it’s time you found out how monstrous I can really be.” He shoved me away from him, diving under the water and resurfacing closer to the shore.
“Get your asses out here!” Saint called and I tried to swallow down the fear Kyan’s parting words had left me with. Had I just awoken an even darker part of him? The thought was enough to send goosebumps rushing across my skin. I hadn’t considered the possibility that my revenge might push these boys to new heights. But I guessed that meant my plan had worked. I’d gotten under his skin. Now I just had to face the consequences. And I didn’t think I was going to like them.
The crowd was dispersing as Blake directed them to leave, the show officially over. The Night Keepers clearly weren’t going to let me hold onto my power any longer.
I waded back out to the shore where Kyan was tugging his jeans on. When he was done, he slung his shirt over his shoulder and raked his hand through his hair to squeeze out the water, his smirk firmly back in place. Fake bastard.
“I hope you enjoyed the power trip, Barbie, because you’re mine tonight. And I expect you to be obedient,” Saint said coolly, his eyes eating into my flesh.
My throat thickened and my eyes skipped to Monroe beside him, a realisation suddenly flashing through my mind and brightening up all the dark spaces inside me. “But there’s four Night Keepers now. And the rules state I have to rotate between them. So it’s Monroe’s turn to have me.”
Monroe legit looked like I’d just grabbed his nuts and given them a good squeeze and Saint looked ready to murder the nearest victim. He opened and closed his mouth then growled something incoherent.
“You’re right. Those are the rules,” Saint said at last, but I didn’t miss the hint of disappointment in his eyes.
Torturing me will have to wait another day Saintykins. Tonight, I belong to Monroe.
Being the headmaster of the school came with certain perks. The best of those being that instead of having an apartment in Maple Lodge with all the rest of the staff, I had my own private bungalow further up the same paved track, hidden in the thick trees at the top of the hill.
It was far enough from the rest of the staff quarters to genuinely be private and was lavish enough to feel luxurious compared to what I’d been used to growing up.
The space consisted of three rooms – my bedroom, a bathroom and one wide space which served as living area, dining room and kitchen in one.
I’d cleared all of Brown’s stuff out on my first day here and lugged my own things down from my apartment to fill the space. Although fill was a bit too extreme for my meagre supplies. I’d never really been one to accumulate useless
