“No, I’m not. I can be, yes, but like I’ve always said, I’ve never shown that fucking side of me to you.”
“That’s funny…” I mutter, bringing my face close to his. Close enough for the tips of our noses to touch. “Because your demons whispered all your secrets into my ear the day you dragged me through your hell, and let me tell you something, you are a monster, Nate. And a liar.”
His mouth slams shut.
I stand, shoving his hands off me. “And your words mean nothing to me, Nate. In the morning, I’m going to find your father, and I’m getting to the bottom of whatever the fuck is going on here.”
I start walking back toward the house when his words stop me. “You’ll trust him before you’d trust me?”
My body stills as my feet mount the cement steps and guilt threatens to take hold of all my self-restraint. I can’t let him win. I can’t. He has to pay for his actions, even if it means I risk losing him forever.
“Yes,” I lie, walking back up the stairs.
“Then you’re not as smart as we all thought.”
Tillie
I woke this morning with a whiskey hangover from Hades. Whole head throbbing, mouth frothing, hunger panging type shit, but after quickly washing in the shower and dressing into Khales’, or Katsia’s clothes, I feel a little more like a human and less like the asshole of one. Who knew they both had similar taste. I settled for Khales’ because fuck her. So I found myself in tight little leather shorts that covered just enough of my ass cheeks and a skate shirt that was torn in odd places. I matched the shorts with black thigh high-boots and a leather jacket, and I was good to go. Not really, because this style was not me by any sense, but it wasn’t like I had many options.
“Tell me about yourself…” I mutter as Abel and I walk down the main street of Perdita. I couldn’t find Daemon this morning and couldn’t risk bumping into any of The Kings and having them stop me from my plan today, so I snatched Abel on his way out of the shower and we left. I let him put some clothes on, although after seeing him half-naked, I sort of wished I didn’t.
“Not much to tell.”
“For some reason,” I start, looking down each alleyway of the main street of Perdita. “I think you’re lying.”
He chuckles. “I’m a lot of fucked up things, but a liar isn’t one of them.”
“Yeah, sure, that’s what they all say.”
“I’m not them.”
His words are simple, yet his tone tells me he’s implying The Kings.
I stop, turning to face him. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t feel right. I don’t like judgment in any case, but even more so from a boy who doesn’t understand how this world works. “And what do you mean by that?”
He searches my eyes, and I actually feel myself start to burn up, his beauty is that toxic. Like Medusa, you don’t want to look directly into his eyes. He doesn’t flinch, and it’s scary.
“I kill for less.”
I believe him. “I want to know your story one day.”
He snorts. “I’m not here to give you what you want, Princessa.”
“Well, you’re like your brother in that sense.”
“In what sense?”
“You’re both assholes.”
He chortles. “I’m nothing like him.”
I point to the chocolate store. “That’s why we’re here.”
“We’re here because of chocolate?” Abel asks, stopping in his tracks as I start heading toward the storefront.
“I’ve heard about their Ruby chocolate. We will make a quick dash, and then go and find daddy Gabe.”
We’re making our way back to the mansion when Abel asks around a mouth full of chocolate, “Why don’t you trust them?”
“Because they’re bad people,” I answer instantly, not having to think too much about my answer because it’s truth.
“Are they bad people, or are they just always given bad choices?” Abel asks, and his annoyingly intelligent brain irks me.
“You’re too hot to be that smart.”
The guard lets me in, his head bowed. A small sense of power comes with that, but it’s power that I’m not interested in dabbling in. I didn’t earn it. I don’t want it.
We enter the main lobby, shutting the heavy wooden doors behind me.
“Tillie!” I hear Nate yell out from the kitchen.
I roll my eyes.
Abel smirks.
We make our way toward the annoying voice, entering the kitchen, I see all of The Kings seated at the table, including Nate’s dad, Gabriel.
I take a step forward, but he shakes his head. I see the worry etched into his features. The way his eyebrows furrow over his dark eyes.
I pause, straightening. “What’s going on?”
Nate
I can count on one hand how many times I have been shackled by a woman. Rendered fucking speechless and brought to my damn knees by a simple blink of her eye. Three times. Twice was Tillie, and the other was Micaela.
Even with her standing there, at my disposal, glaring at me like she hates sharing the same air as me, my dick is rock hard, swollen against the zipper in my pants.
“Are you talking?” she asks, placing her hands on her hips.
I smirk. Because it’s fucking cute that she does shit to try to make herself appear stronger than she feels. Not saying she’s not, she’s definitely the most glued together girl we’ve ever had around. She’s level-headed, smart, fucking sassy, and she can hold her own. She doesn’t do drugs, (usually), and doesn’t give a fuck if anyone else is doing it. She hardly drinks and doesn’t sleep around. How’d I manage to fuck all of that up epically in the span of a few months? Right. Because I’m me.
“Yeah, babe, take a seat.” The smirk stays, biting down on the toothpick in my mouth.
She glares with force this time.
I laugh. “Easy tiger, take a seat so we can talk.”
She crosses her arms. A step up from them
