Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,96

trained on Arion and Violet, as the vampire puts his hands on our little monster’s hips and forces her furry body to move to the music.

When she starts attempting to dance with him, they end up head-butting, which only leads to bouts of refreshed laughter.

The moment Idun’s eyes land on ours, and she realizes we’re witnessing her visible moment of ire, she gives us a cruel smile and walks away.

“That’s not ominous at all. I bet he regrets the rules of his ‘games’ when she punishes him for being that fucking happy in public,” Damien says on a sigh.

“He’s been brazen in making his intentions known,” I add. “He’s told almost everyone this is the day he’ll ask her to be his bride.”

“She held her composure when Emit mated Violet,” Damien says, feigning a hopeful tone in a dismissive sort of manner.

“Only because she knows the mark can be removed,” I quietly argue, watching as Idun moves through the crowd until it swallows her path, blocking her from sight.

My gaze drifts back to Violet and the vampire. Arion pulls the tiger’s head off, as someone’s beta begins speaking over a megaphone, announcing the introductory speeches.

With some admitted envy, I watch as Violet pulls him down by the back of his neck, and he greedily presses his lips to her, taking advantage of the moment.

“He better enjoy it while it lasts,” I note aloud.

“After she sees the first event, she’s not going to be in such a good mood,” Damien adds in agreement, as the vampire goes so far as to press her against the side of the concession stand, essentially devouring her.

The tiger head drops to the ground, while the two of them presumably forget they’re in a crowd, given the show they’ve put on. The vampire tent all turn to give their attention to the show at hand.

It’s not just the vampire tent watching. All the wolves have moved their attention to the oblivious couple as well. Even our own respective alpha tents have paused their own activities, far too interested in Arion and Violet. The Neoprys are certainly invested in the scene at hand.

“This isn’t even a little worrisome,” Damien states, the words dripping with dry sarcasm, as he bristles.

“Hearing it and seeing it are two different things. This is the first time they’re truly seeing how very obsessed he is with her.”

“We’re going to need to stage an intervention if she rejects his proposal,” he says on a long, dread-filled sigh.

“Remember what he said about today. Follow his rules, even if you hate them,” I tell him, giving him a pointed look. “You can’t be lazy unless you win at least one event. If you receive a trophy, act like it’s the best thing that has ever happened to you.”

Damien rolls his eyes and groans.

Avery moves toward me, fully dressed in his Van Helsing tactical uniform, which halts our current conversation.

“Are you here to cheer me on?” I muse.

His serious expression doesn’t waver, which causes my brow to furrow.

“Sorry, sir. This came for you just over an hour ago, but I wasn’t notified of its urgency,” he tells me.

He hands me an envelope he’s already opened, and I pause when I see the seal that’s been broken.

It’s a wax infinity symbol that’s been split in half.

Damien sucks in a breath just as shaky as my own.

Without farther delay, I quickly pull the letter out and hurriedly skim the contents.

Vancetto Van Helsing,

Why are you sending men in search of me? Why is the vampire questioning old contacts of mine? Why does the savage wolf and the deviant no one remembers insist on hiring men to seek out my old dwellings? What does the monstar quad want with a wicked witch they’ve not crossed paths with for so many centuries?

I’ll be at the dragon’s cemetery for the next two hours. You have that long to ask me your questions, silversmith.

—P

She only signed it with one letter, but one letter is all we need.

Pandora…

That chill that’s slowly been slinking up my spine turns into a rod of ice.

Monstar quad…

She used Violet’s embarrassing pet name.

“I’ll go with you,” Damien states quietly, his finger running over the same couple of words that have my spine so painfully stiff.

“No. It’d be best if I went alone. This was very deliberately addressed to only me. Out of the four of us, she’d trust me the most, given the fact I uphold our laws. And I need to hurry—”

“I’ve prepared the helicopter, sir,” Avery says,