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

ever to make her my Flame, now that I know she’s not opposed to marks marring her beautiful body. My mark is far more attractive than yours, mutt,” he adds, saying the words over his shoulder.

Arion pauses behind him, glancing back toward Sanctuary as well.

“Damn it. I don’t know if I can hold out a whole month. I should have said a week,” Arion states very randomly.

I have no idea what that means, but Emit groans.

“You really are insane,” the wolf grumbles on his way by, as we head inside the rings to find our seats.

“Says the wolf who savagely claimed her while not even in the right frame of mind. She really does have a thing for our monsters, doesn’t she? Can I just turn mine loose on her and see what happens?” the lunatic bloodsucker presses.

“No,” we all state in unison.

“I hate voting when I never win,” Arion gripes, as he drops to his seat inside the arena like a sulking teen.

We all shuffle the seating cards around so we can find four seats together, ignoring protocols, since it’s nothing more than a formality and not a rule.

Idun steps up to the podium, wearing the most scandalous dress I’ve ever seen her wear in public. She gives a red-lipped smile in our direction, but we all cut our gazes toward the window when we hear the bells chiming from Sanctuary.

Why in the hell does it bother me to be away from her right now?

The wolf isn’t the only one distracted when the meeting starts.

Chapter 3

VIOLET

“Does Damien have a favorite position he uses on you?” Dorian asks next to my ear.

An image flashes through my head, and I cry out in pain, as it forces its way through every barrier I try to put up.

It’s an image of a younger Damien, easily distinguishable by his incredibly unique features. His eyes are so full of life, as though he has the world in the palm of his hands.

I have no idea what he’s saying, or why Dorian is in the background with his head hanging low.

“Oh, that’s right. You’re some daft breed who only speaks English. Let me give you the translated version,” Dorian says against my ear, a rumble of laughter following.

The knives stab me as the vision restarts, and I choke on the blood when I try to scream.

“Damien, I assume you’ve completed the last of your training.”

“Of course I have, Father. I’m top of my class and have four of the wealthiest politicians eating from the palm of my hands. They have no idea I’m a proud gypsy man, either. The women are pouring into our newest brothel. Quality women. Not the type a man needs a shower after touching,” Damien says around a proud bout of laughter. “These are the women they’ll never forget. A Van Helsing would name a steed after women like these.”

The older, bearded man claps Damien’s shoulder, pride gleaming in his eyes.

“Good job. Our name will be too powerful soon enough, and we’ll crush anyone in our way without so much as lifting a finger,” his father adds.

He sneers behind him toward Dorian, who is still keeping his head hung low, patiently holding a large trunk.

“Go put the supplies in the carriage, boy. Do you need direction on how to do everything, or are you afraid you’ll cock that up as well?”

Damien smirks in Dorian’s direction, as though he’s reveling in the fact he’s the favorite.

Dorian never glances up.

Their father’s attention returns to Damien, along with the pride that replaces the disdain he shared with Dorian.

“Morpheous will be the name on every tongue. That’s a fine woman you’ve started dating. A real fine woman,” he tells him, winking to show he’s certainly proud of him for that.

“She’s everything I ever dreamed a woman could be. She’ll do so much for our family’s name, and she’s got a mouth on her that will keep things interesting,” Damien boasts, his smile only growing.

Idun.

They’re talking about Idun, I’m assuming.

In the back of the image, I spot Dorian turning around the corner, as though he lingered just to hear the rest of the conversation but can’t bear to hear anymore.

Damien laughs and chats with his father, insulting anyone and everyone who isn’t as amazing as the two of them are, as they merrily trail Dorian.

“Put your bastard brother to use. Don’t let him sit around with his dick in his hand. Put him to work on this trip. Come back with more good news,” he tells