Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,102

confess, swallowing thickly. “Especially since five people have been stabbed.”

I didn’t realize how extreme monster sports could be, and I feel a little too naïve once again. It never feels good.

“Watch me knock Zuela to the ground and make him cry uncle,” Arion goes on, eyes truly glistening with pure anticpated joy.

He’s a blur of motion for less than three seconds. I blink on the fourth second. In the fifth second, his lips are on mine, almost branding me with a taste of lingering intensity for the next second.

In the seventh second, a breeze is the only thing still ghosting my lips.

“Fucking fast, vampire,” Damien says, his eyes comfortably roaming over me, as he leisurely pulls on his blue slacks.

My gaze rakes up the firm, lean muscles. His body is as uniquely beautiful as his unforgettable face.

“I don’t understand how people can forget you,” I tell him as he begins pulling on his white button-up shirt.

For whatever reason, the Morpheous men all wore their best suits. The women look ready for the runway. Some are wearing elegant dresses. Some are dressed in those classy jumpsuits.

“Is that so?” Damien muses, smirking over at me as he slowly buttons his shirt.

Pursing my lips, I study the lingering playful mischief still in his eyes.

“Why are you being weird?”

He blinks a few times, and his smirk turns into a genuine grin, as he laughs under his breath.

“I’m just pleased with how nearly effortless it was to make you both forget where we are and what we’re supposed to be doing. I rarely get my way so easily,” he confesses, giving me a smug look that has me rolling my eyes.

“You’re ruining the moment,” I grumble, finding my mascot uniform on the floor.

At least it’s not the slip of a dress anymore. His illusions are definitely more powerful lately.

“Do you know why you can’t understand what it’s like to forget me?” he asks as I go behind the changing curtain to clean up.

I definitely won’t be able to hide the fact I’ve had sex with a vampire and a Morpheous. Maybe I shouldn’t shake my ass anymore today. It may send all the wrong signals. I doubt it’ll appear innocent if I do it while reeking of sex.

Running a hand through my hair, I exhale and try not to overthink it. I’m wearing a mask and still hate all the attention on me. I don’t know how they handle all the eyes on them all the time.

“Because I’ve never forgotten you,” I say in response to him, remembering he asked me a question that is more important than my pointless insecurities.

The curtain pulls back, startling me, and Damien props at a lean against the doorframe.

His shirt is mostly unbuttoned, resembling the way he looked that first day I saw him.

“Because I’ve never allowed you to forget me. I took careful and strategic measures to ensure as much. For the most part.”

He’s staring a little too hard, and he’s definitely demonstrating an unusual amount of concentration.

“Seriously, what’s with you today?”

“Today is one of those rare days that hasn’t sucked nearly at all. I would even dare to say it’s been fun,” he tells me, his gaze finding mine and holding.

The warm, gentle touch of his hand barely startles me, as he cups my cheek and steps into me. My head tilts back so that I can keep the eye contact, and his grin grows.

“One might even accuse me, Damien Morpheous, of being happy,” he carries on, backing me up and caging me in against the wall. “It’s a foreign feeling, so distant a memory that I’ve forgotten. But I’m ninety-nine percent positive this is indeed happiness.”

I feel like an idiot when my grin nearly splits my face and actually hurts.

“You’re happy?” I ask, my voice cracking into a surprised squeak and only embarrassing me more.

“Almost positive,” he murmurs, his lips descending on mine, as he drags me closer and kisses me with what feels like appreciation.

“Absolutely certain of it now,” he says against my lips, only causing my grin to grow once again, until it’s impossible to keep kissing.

Fuck’s sake. I giggle.

I. Giggle.

I feel his smile against my lips, while he keeps our non-kissing lips against each other.

Eventually, he pulls back just enough for his eyes to meet mine. A seriousness is there, as he gently strokes down the side of my cheek.

“What will you say to Arion at the end of the night? If you’re planning to reject him, I’m afraid you’ve sent some severely