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“She’s high,” Rowan whispered to me.
I nodded but didn’t move further.
“And Dylan,” she sobbed, her entire body shaking. “He killed them. He killed them all.” She looked up, zeroing in on us. “And the Order killed Zane.”
A loud “What?” came from behind, from Kane, but before she could answer, Skylar’s eyes shuddered, and she started collapsing to the ground.
“Fuck!” I rushed toward her and caught her just before her body hit the ground. Pressing my fingers against her pulse point, I felt the steady rhythm but her skin was cold and clammy to the touch.
“We need to get her somewhere warm,” I bit out and looked back at Rowan.
He nodded. “I know the place.”
Rowan rushed passed and ran toward his car. “Just follow me in your cars. Kane! Extinguish the fire. We’re going to the Church.”
The Church?
8
SKYLAR
Something warm was pressedagainst my back, and I snuggled in, reveling in the warmth surrounding me. My eyes fluttered, trying to open, but I kept them closed, pretending for a little while that my reality wasn’t as bitter as the pills I swallowed after lunch with Dylan yesterday.
I wasn’t sure what prompted me to ask so many questions, but I wished I didn’t. I wished I kept living in perfect oblivion, still thinking that he wasn’t a monster.
But he was.
He admitted to killing those girls.
He admitted he did many bad things.
I asked about Zane, because things weren’t adding up. I knew how much he hated him just because we were together, and he nodded. That small nod, that tiny confirmation shattered my already fragile world. When Aigira told me to trust him, to help him, I thought she knew what she was talking about. I tried to find one good reason, just one fucking reason to still believe in him, but after those confessions, after all those monstrosities he committed, how could I?
The worst thing was that I actually loved a monster. I loved a murderer, and that was eating me alive.
I needed just one good thing to happen, just to keep me going. Just to show me that not everything was lost. I needed a little bit of good in my life in order to overcome all the bad that was happening, but it was as if the punches just kept coming from all sides, and the bruises I could feel on my heart were starting to become too much for me to bear.
I pushed against the warmth as a hand wrapped around my middle, pulling me closer. Small puffs of breath tickled my neck, playing with my hair. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know who the person behind me was.
Ash.
My dark prince.
My dark one.
My personal devil.
He was the second person I wanted to hate, but I couldn’t. I wanted to rip my heart out for loving them both, but I knew that no matter what I did, no matter how much I tried to forget how Ash’s hands felt on my body, or how Dylan’s lips tasted against my own, I would never be able to forget.
I had no idea how I ended up here with him, but if I could pretend for a couple of minutes more, I would die a happy person.
This game of pretense was something I was extremely good at, and at least Judah hadn’t tried to contact me. Maybe being married to his son had its perks if he was going to leave me alone.
But thought after thought, question after question, and even Dylan couldn’t tell me who my real father was. Aigira confirmed Eleara was my mother, which explained a lot, but who was my father? And were they really dead?
Something hard pressed between my butt cheeks and I grinned momentarily, rubbing myself against him.
“You’re playing with fire, Moonshine,” Ash growled against my ear.
