Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,87

the guys find out who you are, I’m not sure they’re going to be happy about it. You should have been honest with me from the beginning.”

“But then you’d have never loved me, and I enjoy being loved,” she says, grinning darkly.

“You’re being creepy right now. Stop being creepy or go away.”

“You’re too uptight these days. Just sayin’, no one likes an uptight bitch. And you’re being very stupid with Idun.”

“Of course I’m being stupid with Idun. The only way to be smart with Idun is to outsmart her, and I don’t know how to do that. She’s a hell of a lot smarter than me, and she’s been alive for a lot longer. Also, she’s an established, terrifying alpha, and everyone fears her. There’s no such thing as smart, because the smart thing to do would be to let her win. However, that means sacrificing lives so that she feels she’s got some sort of power over me. I can’t do that. I won’t do that.”

“Said the fool to the spirit,” she quips. “Maybe you should listen to the dead, or at least loan me your body and try to handle things my way. You really botch shit up when you’re the main character.”

I stare at her. Very hard. For a very long time.

She stares back at me, her face as dry and expressionless as mine.

“I forget why I missed you so much. One more insult, and I’ll salt you,” I tell her, pointing my finger in her face.

“Back before you took on the responsibility of saving the weak and pissing off the powerful, you were a lot more fun,” she informs me.

Hot breath fans over the back of my neck, and I go stiff. Anna turns and grins, as I remain completely motionless.

“It’s Grandma, Violet! She’s huge!” Anna crows.

A subtle growl vibrates against me, as the hot breath blows against my neck once more, sending my hair into an instant part when it blows up on my shoulders from the force of the exhale.

A chill runs down my spine, and I slowly turn to face…Emit.

My entire body sags with relief, and I think the jackass grins at me. Wolves have tried killing me, and I’ve killed wolves. That’s so not cool.

They really are a desensitized bunch.

Moving against me, he nuzzles my throat, his soft fur tickling across my flesh with a stain-like graze. My fingers run through the thick, lush strands, and he makes a content noise in his throat.

“Did you find Fay?” I ask.

He stiffens briefly, before exhaling and giving a shake of his head. My heart sinks a little, since I was hoping I’d have the chance to tell her that her death was avenged.

He pulls back, sniffs the air, and takes off once again, as though the moon has him doing something else more pressing than nuzzling me with all his soft wolf fur.

I smile at his back, but I turn again, and I spot headstones. I’ve somehow found their private cemetery, amongst all the trees. They usually burn the bodies to quickly free the spirits and limit infection, but those special to the alpha are buried like family.

Even though I probably don’t want to see it or know what really happened that night, I still go to find the stone marked with Fay’s name, letting my fingers run over the engraving.

Without hesitating for too long, I let my heartbeat drop and start searching for the death window. My brow furrows when one never arises.

The others don’t use death windows as often as I do, because it’s apparently not as easy for them as it is me. It’s hit or miss with most people, but I hit it every time.

Until now.

Too many times I’ve opened a death window from a person, place or a dead body. It’s gotten almost impossibly easier than ever.

Blinking my eyes open, I stare down at the grave that doesn’t look disturbed. Grass has grown over it, proving it’s been left alone.

The sound of leaves crunching has me looking up to find Tiara and Leiza moving toward me, both of them whimpering as though they’re informing me Fay isn’t among the dead they’ll see tonight.

My throat feels tight.

My chest feels heavy.

Something terrible pops into my head, and the thought won’t go away.

“Dig up her grave,” I tell them.

They both stare at me with twin blank looks.

“I can dig it up myself, but paws and claws dig faster than two normal hands,” I point out. “Dig it up. Hurry.”

As if they’re reluctant