Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,34

be openly curious, in a world that mocks you for not already having all the answers.”

Feeling some of my jealousy finally deflate, I sit back, scrubbing a hand over my face.

“Despite her hardships and sacrifices, she’d rather save than destroy, because she values another’s life over her own.” My brow furrows, because that doesn’t sit altogether right with me. “However, she’s mentioned before she enjoyed killing. She mentioned it to Emit, I believe. Her opinion changed after meeting the omegas and hearing his input on the matter.”

That plays over in my head, as I run my finger across my lips.

“Do you guys sit around comparing notes on the things she’s told you or something?” the prying twat muses.

Absently, I answer him. “We did more than simply watch Idun’s every move for those five months. We’ve had deep and thoughtful conversations about Violet Carmine, and all her many unique qualities. As well as all her lunacy.”

He smirks.

“Emit’s had the most influence out of all of us, even though he’s had the least amount of time with her. He became her first mate,” I note aloud.

“Damien’s the closest to her because they’ve got the most honesty between them,” the ghost inserts, as though he’s helping me along with this thought process.

“Arion’s the drug she can’t get enough of—the one she’s most desperately drawn to.”

Speaking of the vampiric devil, Arion’s name flashes across the screen of my phone, along with some obnoxious music.

“Do you really have Monster Mash set for your ringtone? Because…that’s oddly quirky for you, Van Helsing. You’re not that fun,” the ghost says with a smartass smirk on his lips.

Ignoring the smug dead man in my car, I answer.

“What is it, Arion? I’m not in the mood for any walks down memory lane today.”

“Do you think Violet would have lied about the set of triplets who hopped her body and tried to take me for a joy ride?” he asks. “As in, she specifically said it wasn’t the creepy little girls who did that to me. Do you think she was being honest?”

I scrub a hand over my face.

“Why the bloody hell would you call me to ask such a thing?” I ask on a long, exhausted breath.

“Because three creepy little girls have been following me around for two days, and I overheard one of the wolf omegas mentioning something along the lines of them dying after they forced Violet into my arms. Where is Violet?”

I cut my eyes to my own ghost stalker.

“Why are you stalking us?” I ask him more seriously.

“Violet requested we keep an eye on you guys. Like I said, she’s worried about you,” he answers too innocently.

“Maybe it’s because I don’t really trust the living, let alone the dead, but I don’t particularly like this newest turn of events. Since when does our girlfriend order ghosts to do her bidding? Why is this okay?” Arion asks.

“Because apparently she’s just making the rules up as she goes along, and we’re supposed to bend over backwards to make it happen,” I grind out.

“Where is Violet?” the vampire demands.

“Damien is claiming her as his Flame, while her mate fucks her from any angle he can find,” I state, admittedly sounding entirely too bitter about that.

“I’m starting to feel like not even I have any clue what’s going on anymore,” Arion confesses.

“That’s because we assumed we had all the answers, so we stopped asking questions,” I state, still eyeing the male ghost, who turns his head to have a seemingly private smile. “However, Violet’s been up to no good, it seems. And a lot of it.”

I turn away from the ghost, pushing out my door, and slowly move around the building.

It’s dark, so there’s not much risk in moving quickly. Which is exactly what I do, without warning, to ditch the ghost.

I hear the wind through the phone, signaling Arion caught onto what I was up to and decided to follow suit.

“I need to hit something,” I tell the vampire as I glance over my shoulder, ensuring I’ve lost my tail.

“Just tell me where to meet you, Van Helsing. But fair’s fair. I plan on hitting you too.”

“Only if you’re good enough, Vampyre,” I state as I hang up and text him the address I’m heading toward.

Fucking dead ghosts asking random questions.

An unkillable girlfriend with a death wish.

Idun TV.

Floggings against our girlfriend.

New laws we absently passed.

A mated Wolf.

A Flamed Morpheous.

An angry Vampyre and Van Helsing.

A breeze of air is all I feel, before Arion is suddenly in front of