Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,31

that offers just enough of a bite of pain to bring my head somewhat out of the fog. I suck in air, trying to catch my breath, as my eyes dart over to see a mark appearing.

It’s a red mark that slowly begins stretching over my wrist, almost as though it’s being burned in place. It’s wavy, not creating a pattern of any sort, as it haphazardly grows and expands across my wrist.

Realization dawns on me that this is Damien’s monster claiming me.

My eyes widen, even as the fog damn near sucks me back under.

“It took the wolf three days to fully claim you,” Anna says like she’s enjoying this too much. “I wonder how long it takes a sexual deviant. By the way, this is my new favorite show. It has way more sex than Idun TV. That’s what that show is missing.”

Damien’s lips are on mine in the next instant, his monster growling as though he’s frustrated that I’ve been too removed from his thrall.

I’m right back under his spell in the next instant, forgetting what distracted me, as my body begs for more.

Chapter 9

VANCE

The scent of sex hits me so hard that I damn near fly into a jealous rage. I’ve never had to work so bloody hard to impress a woman.

I am impressive.

Women throw themselves at my feet.

Even Idun worked tirelessly to draw me in.

Violet?

Violet is a maddening ball of frustration who confounds my bloody mind more with each passing day.

“Women, huh?” the male ghost asks from directly beside me.

I haven’t been able to shake him much in the past two days.

“Why are you stalking my every move?” I ask, tempted to stab Damien when I hear Violet crying out his name like he’s the best lover she’s ever had in her life.

He’s a sexual deviant. I’ve never envied him so much as I have since Violet came around and loved that about him.

He barely takes any responsibility. It’s rare he does much of anything besides mope and bitch. Yet he’s up there giving her the ride of her life, and she’s loving every second of it.

Emit’s mated to her.

She’s clearly hurling herself right back at Arion, already caving to him once.

Damien’s had her numerous times, possibly more than her own mate.

Why does she always reward bad behavior?

“Answer me!” I snap at the ghost, who stumbles back in surprise.

“Dude, you are wound way too tight. Violet asked me to keep an eye on you since she was worried about you. She said you have a lot going on right now, and she had to take care of Damien. Plus, I messed up my last job,” he says as though any of that makes a damn bit of sense to me.

I run a hand through my hair in frustration, my eyelids fluttering shut, as I attempt to take a few calming breaths. Nope. Not working. I still want to stab Damien Morpheous right in his magical dick.

“I’ve never in my life envied any man. I don’t have to. I’m Vancetto Van Helsing,” I grind out, glaring at the son of a bitch ghost who has not given me one ounce of privacy. “The only reason you’re allowed to see this and live is because Violet has this obnoxious way of making ridiculous demands, and not seeing that she’s being demanding, because she doesn’t understand the severity of the regulations we have in place.”

He nods like that makes perfect sense.

“She says she’s going to be a better girlfriend,” he tells me, smiling like this is some splendid news.

These new age fucks really piss me off.

“Stop being such a twat who is supportive and shit!” I say, ready to cut something.

Anything.

I will literally cut down anything at all. The one time I’ve begged for a hunt in centuries, and I can’t get a single one to pan out.

Because I’m much too distracted by the fact I’m still on the outs with the woman I was planning to propose to before I knew Idun ever even rose from her undead bitch grave.

I’m just going to put it all out there and let Violet decide—

I swing the door open to the very demolished bedroom that is full of broken mirrors, to find Violet under a fully monstrous Damien Morpheous.

He has her clutched to him, hissing toward me like he’s going to rip my head off if I move one step closer.

Violet peers over at me with tired eyes, as she reaches up and grabs Damien’s shoulders.

“If he loses his hold over