Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,69

more trained on our intimate position than the conversation.

“Violet, I went to sleep and woke up with you mostly naked on top of me, a terrible migraine, and the undeniable need to have you under me,” he tells me, his tone almost absent.

He always knows when he’s gone down for the curse, and his legs aren’t weak…

I guess that last part is obvious, since his body is clearly mobile in all the best ways. Is it because I broke the curse?

He tilts his head to the side, as though he’s listening to something.

“You broke my curse?” he asks, his eyes moving to mine, the confusion in his expression doubling.

“Damien helped with that,” I state on autopilot, my own brow drawing down with some confusion. “You seriously don’t remember?” I ask on a sigh. “You even said you’d name a ship after me, and I was going to have fun mocking you for that.”

He blinks a few times, which means that probably doesn’t ring any bells. On the bright side, he doesn’t remember the camel-toe either. Though…Damien surely does.

Vance rolls his hips, reminding me he’s grown very hard inside me, and I forget what we’re even talking about in the next instant, because his lips are back on mine.

“Since I have you, I’m not going to waste this opportunity,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I put a pin in everything else, because I’m not sure I want to think about it too much. Apparently, this time is a much bigger deal than all the others.

I sometimes miss the days when not blowing myself up while trying to make shampoo was my biggest concern.

Chapter 19

EMIT

“She’s having mindless sex instead of saying anything else,” Damien says, his ear pressed to the door.

Arion is on the phone, ordering things for his “monster olympics,” after just telling us how important it is we take this seriously.

I’m idly stewing in a pile of jealousy, because my curse was broken too. On the same night. And Vance gets her to himself before I even have my chance to celebrate.

We’ve all gone mad.

“I think we’ve lived through too much and have become entirely too desensitized to all the crazy shit that woman brings into our lives,” I note aloud.

Damien nods, ear still pressed to the door.

“They’ve not been whispering,” I tell the fool deviant. “It’s unnecessary to keep pressed up to the door like an obvious creep.”

He glares over at me.

Arion gets off the phone, turning to gesture to the room. “He remembers nothing. His curse was broken, and he doesn’t even know—”

We all turn abruptly once we sense a very familiar presence, and stare directly at Zuela Van Helsing.

He wobbles, blinking as he clutches his head. Violet makes a very distracting sound that has my wolf damn near ready to break into the room and enjoy her as well.

“What the actual fuck are you doing awake?” Arion asks Zuela on a semi-loud pitch.

Zuela blinks some more, staring at us with some ire, since he’s clearly disoriented. No alpha likes being seen even slightly weakened.

“I was wide awake, and the next thing I know, I’m waking up from the floor. Which one of you dead prats do I get to kill?” he growls, glaring at us, even as he staggers to the right…a little drunkenly. “Clearly you have a death wish if you think you can get away with knocking me out.”

We all look at each other, and there’s a chill that slinks up my spine. Damien’s eyes connect with mine.

“Call one of your family. Now,” Damien says to me.

For once, I take an order, because…

I don’t know why.

My youngest brother answers on the first ring.

“What is it now, Emit? What law is Idun extorting that has you calling at such a terrible hour?” he asks around a yawn.

“Have you suffered the Portocale curse?” I ask quietly.

He grows really silent for a moment, and there are some sleepy groans in the background, as I hear the telling sound of sheets rustling.

“Not recently. Why have you called at this hour to ask such a random thing?” he asks, as the sound of a refrigerator opening registers.

Arion and Damien are staring at me with the same quiet dread and confusion.

“Did your family wake early when Violet broke your curse?” I ask Damien, and then give Arion a look as well, silently asking him the same thing.

Arion pulls his phone back out, angrily stabbing out a text.

Damien runs a hand through his hair, as he grinds out, “It’s not as though I