Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,61

out of here, see who I am without the influence of Hell and Annabelle,” I tell her quietly.

She gives me a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“I’m a Dark Angel,” I point out. “There is a part of me that despises all of this. I need to go somewhere neutral to see if that side is stronger or if the dark side is. I can’t do it here. I’m going and I want you to come with me.” I pull on a pair of jeans and yank a t-shirt over my head. “Come with me,” I say. “Please. I need you with me.”

“What happens if you decide the other side is stronger?” she whispers.

“I have options,” I say vaguely, leaving out the bit about Vazna. He is my secret to keep right now.

“How long will you be gone?” she asks.

You.

That says it all.

I shut off completely. I don’t know if it’s the hangover, the idea of being free or that I’m just past being hurt by this female that makes me say my next words. “As long as it takes to do what’s right for me for a fucking change. Get out, Shadow. I can’t deal with you and your commitment issues right now. I could give you the world if you’d let me, but you don’t want it, so fuck off and don’t come back.”

I turn my back to her, wanting to take it all back, but knowing that I can’t.

I hear a soft sob, but when I turn around, she is gone, out of the window and out of my life.

“Dammit,” I mutter, wishing that my head would stop banging.

I drag the door open and bump into Annabelle. “What?” I snap at her.

She blinks at me. “I heard yelling…”

“Yeah,” I growl. “What of it?”

“Your one-nighter want to get more comfortable here?” she asks, with a raised eyebrow.

“Leave it,” I snarl.

“Shax, is everything okay?” she asks tentatively.

Nothing about my sister is tentative. She bulldozers her way through life and it works for her. It has to. She is Hell’s Ruler, after all. It makes me suspicious and I remember the dream I was having before I woke up.

“What are you up to?” I ask her with narrowed eyes.

She adopts an innocent look. “Why nothing. I came to see if you were all right, that’s all. If you can’t be bothered to reassure me, then I’ll leave you to it.”

She spins on her heel and I feel guilty for being an asshole. I grab her hand and stop her, pulling her to me and taking her in my arms. “I’m sorry. I’m having a shit day.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Maybe later. I need to clear my head.”

“About that…”

“Later, Belle, okay?” I cut her inquisition off before it even gets started. I just can’t deal with it right now. My heart is breaking, but at the same time, I feel free. I’ve made up my mind to leave Hell and see what else is there for me.

All I have to do is figure out a way to tell my twin sister that won’t hurt her.

Fat-fucking-chance.

27

Elijah

I look at Killian sleeping. We were up all of last night fighting over Annabelle. I’m worn out, but I hate the way we left things. It was a stewing silence until we eventually fell asleep.

I stroke his face gently and his eyes fly open.

“Sorry to disturb you,” I say gently. “I couldn’t resist.”

He briefly gives me a warm smile, but then he sighs as it disappears.

“Why can’t you see this my way?” I ask him quietly.

“I see that she is fucking with you,” he growls, getting up out of bed. “Why don’t you see that?”

“I don’t think she is,” I reply stubbornly, turning to face him.

“Dammit, E. This arrangement that she wants you to enter into will kill you. Don’t deny it to me, because I know you.” He holds his hand up as I’m about to protest.

I rub my hand over my face, my eyes closed for a second.

They fly open when I’m slammed against the wall, a hard hand to my chest. Killian drops to his knees and pulls my sweats down. He takes me in his mouth, sucking me, grazing his teeth down my length and back up again. He licks my tip and then circles his tongue around me before plunging his mouth over me in a deep throat that makes me groan.

He pulls back. “Does she suck your cock like this?” he asks.

I look away as I can’t answer that.

“I see,