Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,14

I was beside him, nothing else could touch what we had. I smiled, exhaling while he shimmered before me. I brushed my lips against his, pulling him toward the door as he solidified.

“Let’s send Nyx away quickly. I need you to finish soothing the ache you created.”

“Greedy little bitch, aren’t you?”

“So what if I am? You like me being greedy when it benefits you.” I laughed, closing my eyes against the sensation of his touch and the pressure of his hand against mine as he squeezed it.

“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled, smacking my butt playfully. “My girl needs to be fucked and reminded whom she belongs to.”

Chapter Four

There’s bliss in not knowing every secret in a world, but there’s danger in not knowing the ones that could change everything. ~Lena

Lucian’s men stepped into formation behind us when we entered the bar area, working like a well-oiled machine. Each man was an extension of Lucian, doing what needed to be done without being told. My eyes slid to Bane; his expression tightened the moment he turned, his gaze drifting over me. He smirked, making the scar on his face more pronounced, but it didn’t alter the deadly beauty of his features. If anything, it enhanced them and gave him an edge the others lacked.

Layton had his dark blonde hair up in a bun, which I’d learned he did to annoy the shit out of Lucian. Unlike most men, he pulled it off and made it look sexy. His ice-blue eyes slid to mine, winking as he caught me admiring him.

Deviant, I’d discovered, could change his appearance when he wanted but chose black hair that held a blue tint to it most of the time. Moss-green eyes framed in thick, lush black lashes made his gaze look exotic. His tattoos pulsed against his light skin. The other men had bronze or sun-kissed tones, but Deviant was pale, making all his other features stand out in contrast. He was also quieter than the others and hardly ever spoke, but it was no bullshit and straight for blood when he did.

Devlin, who had finally healed after being left for dead by Lucifer, smirked at me when my gaze lit on him. He nodded his dark head at me as his whiskey-colored eyes sparkled with amusement. Devlin was the youngest in Lucian’s group and the most carefree of them all. He still held a boyish charm that had once caught my interest. That ended when I’d learned he’d been playing a part, monitoring me for Lucian before the Awakening ceremony.

My chest clenched the moment I realized Spyder hadn’t arrived with the other men. He usually appeared from the shadows whenever someone showed up unannounced. I missed him, even though it was dangerous to be around him until we severed the bond.

Last week, I’d kissed him without thinking. Lucian hadn’t been jealous or even reacted to it, because he knew it wasn’t me. The magic used in the ceremony was winding us together, which made me wonder what would happen when we reached the end of that coil. We’d been searching for a cure, but I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that both Spyder and Lucian were hiding something detrimental from me.

Nyx stood at the bar, drumming her fingers on it impatiently as she fully unleashed her power with angry waves that rushed through the room. Her black hair was up in braids, exposing her back, highlighting a tattoo of the moon among the stars that moved as if it were a living picture or a portal that opened into a world blanketed in the night. Her mercury-colored eyes narrowed the moment she caught sight of us, flashing her rage.

“Where is she?” Nyx’s voice was cold and threatening, echoing through this level of the club.

“Where is who?” Lucian asked. His tone held a silent threat. One meant only for her ears, yet, I caught it easily. He folded his arms over his chest, staring her down without a sliver of fear. But Lucian didn’t fear many things, and I was almost sure he could easily wipe the floor with Nyx should the need arise.

“Where is Eris? Where is my daughter?” Nyx screamed, losing any composure she’d held. Her face contorted, darkness spread across it, and her eyes turned obsidian.

My lips twisted into a smile as she mirrored how I looked with the darkness unleashed. I no longer had to wonder where I’d gotten my soulless appearance. As my new