Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,24

I was actually in love with the bloody woman. Of course she manipulated me. It wasn’t for the fact I had a weak mind. It’s for the fact I didn’t give two shits about wrong or right. It was the five of us against the world, and she was the center of my universe.”

His arms curve around my waist, and he nuzzles my throat, as I read the text to myself.

TALBOT: My alpha will be weakened. The only one he’ll feed from is you. If he had a beta, that beta would request you feed him, because he’ll be in pain, otherwise. His house in forty minutes.

“I may be soulless, but I still have my own piece of hope. It was all in Idun. Now it’s all in Violet. Every last fucking piece,” Arion says as though it’s another casual confession.

No pressure, Violet.

The vampire who willingly bows at his woman’s feet is now dubbing you his new center.

After you broke up with him.

And the sexual deviant monster will only feed from you, after doing something that killed him to have to do to his brother. For you.

“One day, you will understand that I’m twenty-six, and I’ve known about monsters for less than two years. You have incredibly complicated lives, which makes me dread making my own history. In the grand scheme of things, I’m doing exceptionally well. Lower your expectations,” I state in a dry tone, annoyed with how very different we really are.

They’re more desensitized by thousands of years’ worth of harder times. The age thing is starting to be a problem.

My problem or their problem? I don’t even know.

What I do know is that Idun has finally crossed a line. I saw tears in Damien’s eyes, because she sent his brother to do her dirty work. She loves that power she proudly abuses.

I hate feeling powerless to do anything about it, but I can’t ignore it anymore.

I decided to counter her, and I built Sanctuary to protect all the ones she hurts that no one cares about.

Now they’re fighting my battles for me.

She’s hurting the ones I care about.

The least I can do is be a better fucking girlfriend.

I make shampoo for fun, and fight for my right to talk to my creepy ghost friends, who are all possibly psychotic.

I’m twenty-six-years-old.

How the hell do I be a better girlfriend to monsters who’ve lived for this long, and suffer this much history?

Another text chimes, and I glance down to read it.

Talbot: My alpha is severely weakened. If you show up, understand that his monster will break free. You don’t understand how significant today’s events surrounding Dorian are. Now my alpha is riled from a very costly alpha fight. I’m warning you, he will likely be in little control once you arrive. He’ll be the sexual deviant, and not in the charming, semi-perverted way you’ve come to expect. It’ll be subtle at first. He’ll lure you in like prey. And then…

I stop reading the text, since it seems like Talbot is worried about possibly setting Damien up for failure. Damien’s hurting so bad he’s struggling to keep a leash on his monster, because he just did something as severe as put Dorian down indefinitely.

I can tell this is a huge deal, simply because the guys are still sitting in the arena, processing all that’s happened.

“I need to go to Damien, but I need to make a stop first,” I say as I climb out of Arion’s lap, my gaze moving to Emit. “Will you take me?”

He doesn’t hesitate to stand.

Vance almost looks relieved when I run my hand over his, but I’m just happy to see some of the tension finally leave him. His eyes look tired.

I’ll deal with him later.

I’m more worried about Damien than anyone right now.

Chapter 7

DAMIEN

I crash into the wall, my legs trying to give out, as I struggle for a breath that isn’t painful. My monster would love to break free and go chase after someone to feed on.

I can’t do that until I take Violet as a Flame. Then my monster can break free whenever it wants, because it’ll only seek her out.

A somewhat crazed, maniacal laugh escapes me, because my head is foggy and aching, and my emotions are switched on higher than they’ve reached in too long.

It took every ounce of strength I had to attack Dorian that aggressively. Another ten minutes, and I would have collapsed in the arena in front of everyone.

“That fucking bitch better be scared after I pulled