has to be over six foot. “You are Dove Noctem, and you, my sweet little witch,” she presses her fingernail underneath my chin, “are not welcome here.”
“I did what you asked,” King says, looking at his dad. “I chased this bitch for the better half of her fucking life, made her fall in love with me enough for her to trust me to bring her here, managed to not let Kyrin kill her.” My eyes flick to Kyrin, who shrugs, as King continues to dig the knife deeper and deeper into my chest. “And let’s not forget about her fucking parents.”
I swipe the stray tears that fall down my cheeks. “This was a setup,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes closed. I want to scream and kick and shout and ask what the fuck is going on. Why I know these boys from my memories and where the rest of my memories have gone. When my parents were killed, I was traumatized for years. My foster career put me into therapy, extensively in order to help me speak. I didn’t talk for years after. “I’ll hear you when you speak, Dovey. I will always be there.” It was enough to silence me at times. When I started working at the bar, I met people. I felt somewhat safe around them. They became my family, which became my security. I still to this day can withdraw my speech under duress, but it hasn’t happened.
“I was sure that you would be triggered with her, son.” King’s father stands from his chair as everyone continues to remain silent. “But you’ve once again proven to be stronger than I give you credit for.”
“Wait.” Keaton slides in front of me. “You can’t kill her.”
King’s eyes fly straight to Keaton. Was he really going to fucking kill me? Everything I thought I knew about King was a lie. A motherfucking LIE.
“You’re a liar,” I whisper before I can choke on the words. I search the prim marble floor for answers I know I’ll never get, but anger bubbles beneath my skin anyway. “Everything you ever told me was a lie!” I yell toward King, who stares right at me.
He smirks. “Was it?”
“Fuck you!” I scream and fall to the ground. My hands cover my face as I begin to rock back and forth.
“You can’t kill her,” Keaton presses, but I’m still momentarily lost in my own turmoil. “I know you want to because of an old beef, but you actually can’t.” I knew King was a hard man. I knew he was savage, but I never knew he was soulless.
“And why is that, Keaton? Please, do tell me why I cannot kill someone who belongs to a family that carelessly tried to destroy and expose the brotherhood. A family whose mother was a deranged psychopath and broke multiple laws, and then who further birthed a little girl who recklessly tried to kill my child in his sleep? The deal was that he put her in a home, not run off with them both and hide! Now, my wrath is long since tipped.” King’s father spits sarcastically. “I don’t want to hurt that girl, but what I want and what I stand for are two different things. She has done wrong. She was the wrong child. Nothing like her sister.”
“What happened with Dove and Kohen when they were children wasn’t in Dove’s control. She was not normal. They always played sick little games, wanting to test each other to see how far one can go. Dove was toxic for Kohen, sure, but she didn’t mean to hurt him when she pushed him into the lake. She was still a child, and aside from that, you can’t kill her because—” Keaton mumbles. He must kneel beside me because I can feel his hand come to my arm.
“Since when did the darkest of them all have a heart?” King’s mom says, but it’s too late. I’m dead inside. I’m flat. Numb. Coolness brushes over me and my mouth is slammed shut.
I don’t want to fight. When all you do is fight in life, fight to live, to breathe, to exist, you get tired. I’m tired. Drained. I don’t know why it is that I know King and Kohen, but I’m tired. I wish I could be back at Midnight Mayhem, but then would Delila really help me? Or was she in on this whole thing? I can’t trust anyone.
No one.
“Dove?” Keaton whispers into my ear. “I need you to pay