Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,70

keep in touch with my family.”

“Or the world in general,” my brother chimes in. “What’s all this about?”

“Indeed, what’s all this about?” Zuela asks, seriousness replacing his ire.

I hang up on my brother, unsure if I want to say anything at all.

“Violet broke our curses, and now we’re starting to wonder if the curses have been broken for the entire family as a byproduct,” Damien states in vague terms in response to Zuela.

Zuela says nothing, and when I look over at him, he’s glaring at Damien.

“Don’t promise such a thing with annoyingly uncertain, flippant conviction. How could our curses have broken?” Zuela bites out.

“Idun already knows about the curses Violet broke for Arion and I. She told it to Dorian,” Damien tells me. “Only—”

“Dorian isn’t a Morpheous and doesn’t have the same bloodline for the curse. He’d likely still be afflicted, even if this magic is real,” I state like I have any idea whatsoever about what’s going on around here.

It’s like the early days when we were guessing at things in an attempt to explain the new world we found ourselves faced with.

“What the bloody hell are you three on about?” Zuela grouses, slumping against the wall.

It’s apparent Vance isn’t suffering the same physical limitations as Zuela, since the first-born Van Helsing has our girl crying out in pleasure once more.

“Nothing important at the moment,” I tell him, my eyes cutting to the door once again. “The important part is the fact Violet may have broken all the Portocale curses, with the exception of one, due to a technicality.”

“Which means Dorian may attempt something again,” Arion says, eyes going black, as the hallway chills several degrees.

“He’ll never attempt anything of the sort ever again,” Damien says with more conviction than he has the right to use.

Neither Arion nor I trust his judgment on this matter, and now it’s more severe.

“The Neoprys still have a curse,” I note quietly.

“All, sans Idun, who has apparently been spared that curse this whole time,” I add in a sour tone. “The constant revelations and inconvenient surprises are starting to grate on my nerves.”

“Cry me a river,” Arion quips, glaring at the door as he moves next to my side. “The important part is finding out just how powerful our little monster truly is. I want to know, damn it. I’m far too curious.”

The frustrated vampire bangs on the door.

“Hurry it up in there. We’ve got more pressing matters to—”

He narrowly dodges a blade that stabs through the door, having been aimed at his forehead.

“That’s rude,” Arion states too carelessly. “On another note, this is decidedly his tie-on-the-door move,” he adds, tapping the side of the blade.

“For once in your miserable existences, make some fucking sense,” Zuela gripes, gripping his head.

It goes quiet on the other side of the door, and it gathers more of my attention than is dignified. She’s too distracting. She’s always been distracting, but even more so since she took my mark.

Shoving through the door, I prepare to catch a blade, but I pause when I spot Violet curled up on top of Vance, lightly snoring.

He drags the blanket from the back of the couch and drops it onto her mostly naked body, his gaze not moving from her.

He finally cuts his eyes in our direction, as he lightly kisses the top of her head.

“She passed out from exhaustion. Apparently doing impossible things on grand scales is tiring, even to her,” Vance says too calmly, his arm loosely draped over her middle.

When Zuela staggers in, shoving by us, I expect Vance to leap out from under Violet and immediately clothe himself. Zuela looks about as surprised as I feel when Vance simply gives his father a lazy look.

“My head’s too foggy for this. I’m equally exhausted. However, as soon as she wakes, we’ll see her monster,” the father tells the son, his eyes drooping as though the cockhead’s about to fall asleep.

“I need a drink. Maybe getting hammered will help make some sense of all this madness, since being sober is getting me nowhere,” Zuela growls, as he shoulders by me on his way out.

“Vance, we should—”

Vance is asleep so fast that it’s alarming, his body going slack when his eyes shut and don’t lift again.

“I guess we’ll fucking wait until you two are all rested up. Glad to know we’ve got our priorities in line,” Arion grumbles as he walks out.

“You’re just jealous that it’s not you,” Damien calls after him.

Arion doesn’t respond, and Damien exhales harshly, as his