be mine, Sunshine?” Cole asked softly, reaching for my hand.
I stood slowly, moving my eyes to Illeron, Cole, before finally settling them on Rhys. “You’re a bastard, and you need to forgive yourself. You fell for some stupid whore’s game and thought her innocent, and people got hurt. It isn’t your fault you fell for a tight pussy that was attached to the villain. Many men before you and after you will also slip and fall into cunts just like that one. It’s like the idiot guide to adulthood. You,” I said to Cole, holding his stare.
“You deserve more than to pick up the broken pieces of those that Rhys discards like trash. You’re better than that, Cole. You may want everyone to think you’re a prick, but your heart is huge, and it deserves to be someone’s first choice. You, Illeron, you’re a fucking idiot. Nobody sticks around for sloppy thirds. It isn’t even a real thing! You are all seriously fucked up. I wasn’t alive when this shit happened, nor am I a part of it. I get that our families have history, but if you want to live in the past, do it without me. I prefer the future and learning from mistakes we’ve made so that we don’t repeat them. Nyota, I am not some evil bitch here to hurt your family. I am not here willingly, and as of this moment, I’m a freaking hostage.” My eyes slid to Rhys. “Do not expect me to take your shit with a smile on my face anymore. If you’ll excuse me, I need to wash you out of my vagina again, as you disgust me, and I can still feel you there.”
“What the fuck just happened?” Cole asked.
“I think you finally met someone with enough self-esteem to tell you assholes right where to shove your little game of pass the snatch around,” Nyota muttered, her eyes meeting mine briefly with regret.
I pushed away from the table, and everyone watched me walking away with my shoulders back, and my head held high. I hit the stairs, skipping one, moving up them quickly before I burst into tears where they could hear me.
The knights rushed up the stairs, finding it difficult to keep up with my angry strides. I entered my room, slamming the door closed before moving to the connecting door, pushing the large dresser against it. Next, I angled the bed in front of the other door and moved into the bathroom, running the water as hot as it would go. Shedding the dress, I slid into the scathing hot water, slipping beneath it to scream. I watched the bubbles rising as the sound of something hitting the door caused me to lift from the bath, glaring.
Rhys stormed into the room with Cole and Illeron on his heels while Nyota shouted at them. I watched them all filing into the bathroom, stopping in their tracks to take in my mottled flesh and the steam rising from the tub. I stood, glaring at them.
“Get out,” I hissed, pointing my finger at the door they’d just rushed through, and noted their eyes sliding down my body with shock.
“Get out of the bath now,” Cole snarled, grabbing a towel and pulling me out. “You’re burning yourself!”
“I won’t burn,” I growled, shoving him away from me. “You’re all unwanted in this room. Get out, or I will,” I warned, and when no one moved, I shoved through them, marching toward the bedroom door, and continued through the house until I reached the glass room with the forgery, slamming the door and locking it behind me.
“Open the door, Remington,” Rhys snarled, and I turned, flipping him off as the towel dropped.
“Remi?” Nyx screamed, entering the room. I stepped back, and her eyes took in my red flesh. “No, you don’t get to do this again. The last time sucked!”
“So did this morning,” I snorted, turning to hit high on the thermostat, listening to her hands slapping against the glass.
“Don’t do this. He isn’t worth it,” Nyx pleaded.
I turned, smiling brokenly at Nyx. She placed her head against the glass and then backed away to set the timer on her watch, and I shook my head. I needed a total reset this time, and there was the only way I knew how to do it. Sure, the Van Helsings would figure out more secrets about me, but I was sure Rhys had no intention of ever letting me leave. So what did it