Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,50

me so permanently as you just did. Something I currently have a pin in, but really, in a crazy sort of way, am excited about,” she says, adding that last part in a tone much softer.

Morpheous damn near melts as he sways toward her, lips catching hers almost too roughly, and her arms go to his shoulders, as she draws him closer.

I’m going to make this girl my bride, and then I’m setting my sights on our lad. It’d be any omegas dream to have their child raised by alphas.

She shoves at his chest, and he groans as he breaks the kiss.

“Please try,” she whispers so softly.

“Do it, Morpheous. At least give Vance his shot,” I chime in, my eyes on Violet, when she cuts her gaze to me in surprise.

He narrows his eyes over at me, something I only notice in my peripheral as I get more comfortable.

“For once, just give her what she wants without a fight,” I add, training my gaze on Damien.

I’ve boxed him in now, giving him no choice but to royally piss her off, break her heart, and end up in trouble, or use all that extra power on Vance instead of his suicidal mission against Idun.

Violet’s heart will be crushed if he dies.

I’ll not allow it.

“Lie down. Head to head with him. If this is going to even stand a chance at working, I need the linked minds to be as close as possible,” Damien tells her after a beat of silence, though he grinds his jaw and glares at me in a way that suggests betrayal.

He’s going to punish me for this one.

I grin in anticipation.

Violet immediately complies, crawling on top of Vance, who is on the sofa. She snuggles up on his chest, putting her head on the pillow directly beside his.

She turns his face toward her and touches their foreheads together, looking all too cozy.

Damien turns, exhales, and puts his hands on both of their heads, kneeling on the floor in front of them.

Violet’s body almost immediately goes limp, and Emit moves closer.

Slowly, I stand, my gaze flicking to the mirror in front of Damien. His expression is almost surprised, and then frustrated, and then really pissed off. Then he looks downright horrified.

His pupils are nearly nothing, meaning he’s definitely gone full dive.

Violet’s body is far too limp.

It’s not usually like this when he attempts to dive. It’s been a while since he did it so often and so invasively, due to lack of feeding, but I’d remember this if he’d ever been guilty of it before.

“This is getting concerning,” Emit states with some worry.

Violet’s face stays relaxed.

Damien’s distorts in a multitude of ways. His expressions change so frequently and so intensely that it really is alarming, even to me.

“I take it back. This is a terrible and reckless idea. Make it stop, Morpheous!” I shout.

He’s clearly in so deep that he can’t hear us, which is understandable, since it’s Vance’s fucking mind.

Seriously, why did I think this was a better option than him getting murdered by Idun.

“Emit, stop letting me make decisions so easily. Every once and a bit, fucking argue with me,” I grind out, glaring at the pointless mutt, who is clearly letting me away with too much.

This is all his fault. If she’s not okay, I’m kicking his ass until he can’t breathe.

Damien sucks in a sharp breath, just as Emit’s mid-stalk toward me, fist pulling back, and eyes wild with fury, as though he’s under the impression this is somehow my fault.

We both immediately turn to where Morpheous is blinking, and then he glares down at Violet.

“What the hell is going on?” Emit demands, turning that anger on Damien, where it belongs.

“The vampire backed me into a shite corner, and I didn’t think this was actually possible, but…it fucking worked. Too well, in fact,” he growls, glancing at the clock.

“Why is Violet limp?” Emit says, going to shake her shoulder. “What do you mean it worked too well?”

Damien staggers back, almost appearing dizzy, as he blinks at the clock a few times.

“We were in there for at least several hours arguing, but the clock says only two minutes have passed,” Damien states as if it’s of some importance.

“Why isn’t she waking up?” I bark.

Violet’s body stays so slack she’s practically draped over Vance.

“I managed to sync the links, even though it damn near made my head explode,” he carries on, as a single drop of blood drips from his nose. “Then…”

He pauses, his eyes narrowing