and I instantly want to rebuke her claim, promise her that she was never a suspect.
But that would be a lie, and our entire friendship is based on trust.
“I thought you were behind this,” I admit after a moment, nodding my head once. Her expression shatters as if someone had thrown a rock in the serene pools of her eyes, rippling the water. “The fact that you’re dating my brothers? At the exact same time assassins were sent after me? And the fact that my brother had the number of the man who hired said assassins to kill me?” My voice rises in disbelief, and I can’t help but release a cold laugh. “Yeah, I was pretty damn suspicious of you, Beck. Especially when Desmond told me that you kissed him.”
“Wait. Hold on.” Her face has drained of all color, making her brown hair appear almost black in the ribbons of moonlight. “Assassins? Assassins have been after you?” She whips her head from side to side rapidly, almost as if she’s in denial. “That’s fucking insane. And yes, I’m dating your brothers. But I had no idea they were your brothers until last night, when they started talking about you. I only recently got my memories returned, but before that, I thought I was a hairstylist from Brooklyn.” I can clearly see worry etched upon her beautiful face. “And you think I kissed Desmond? Desmond?!?” Her voice rises to a screech as her nose scrunches in disgust. “Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.”
Indignation flares to life within me, and if I wasn’t contained to the chair, I would slap her. “He wouldn’t lie to me,” I hiss. “He told me that you kissed him and that he didn’t kiss you back.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that he didn’t kiss me back,” a coy voice states from the entryway. A moment later, Rebecca enters the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear. Unlike the Rebecca tied to the chair, this one is wearing a tight black leather dress that accentuates her curves and knee-high boots.
My head whips back and forth from the wide-eyed Rebecca sitting in the chair to the sexy, brazen Rebecca leaning against the doorframe.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demand.
As I watch, a white mist engulfs the sexy Rebecca like fireworks have just been set off. Her features change and contort—her nose becomes longer, her hair turns a sickly color of platinum, and her boobs become fuller. Where Rebecca once stood, is now…
A completely unfamiliar goddess.
“What?” I screech again, twisting my head to see a similar expression of confusion on Rebecca’s face. If this is the main evil villain, I’m gonna be so disappointed. Shouldn’t it be someone who’s always been a part of my life? Maybe the cook who was jealous of me for years? That one girl I accidentally knocked into on my way through the palace halls?
Books don’t usually end with the antagonist being a fucking stranger.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Just the girl who fucked Desmond,” she purrs, sliding a finger between the valley of her breasts. “Did he not tell you? When he thought I was Rebecca, he fucked me real hard. That man really has a big cock, wouldn’t you say?”
I know that she’s trying to rile me up, and honestly? It might’ve worked before. But this is a new me, a better me, and I simply throw my head back and laugh in her face. Rebecca does as well, and it’s not long before we’re both giggling, tears streaming down our cheeks.
“Do you really expect us to believe,” Rebecca begins around laughter, “that Desmond would lay a finger on me? Fuck you, bitch.”
Irritation briefly flashes across the goddess’s face before she decides to switch tactics. “And Arsin…I didn’t even have to pretend to be someone I wasn’t. All I had to do was strip down, and he was on me.” She drops her hands to her nipples, pulling and tugging at them through the thin fabric of her dress.
But of course, that just sends me and Rebecca into another peal of giggles.
“Who the fuck even are you?” I ask, breathless. When her eyes harden, betraying the true extent of her animosity, I work to calm myself down. “Because you’re fucking crazy if you expect me to believe that my guys would ever touch you. Okay, maybe Avery would, but only to put his hands around your throat and suffocate you until you’re no longer breathing.” I shrug nonchalantly, adopting a bored expression as