Page 217 of Sincerely, Butterfly

What if she decides this isn’t the life for her and changes her mind? When she no longer sees us as something she wants, will she kill us, too?

Nola looks up at me through her lashes, sitting before me like a good little submissive.

I watch her, really watch her. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

That shy girl who couldn’t speak more than three words to us is long gone, replaced with this confident, deadly goddess.

I hate being wrong, but I’ve never been so fucking happy to be proven wrong in my entire life, especially when it comes to my Lotus Flower.

“How did you get that scar?”

There’s a two-inch scar on her inner thigh, one that we noticed the night we finally were able to sink our teeth into her flesh, to have our sick fantasies become a reality.

She lifts her chin, looking me in the eye. “From you.”

My brows furrow as I shake my head. “You had that before wetouched you. It’s months old at the very least. So, try again, Nola. How did you get that scar?” I don’t like games, and I don’t like being lied to. She’s done enough of that, and I won’t allow it anymore.

“From you,” she repeats.

I lean forward, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head backwards. She whimpers as I get into her face. “Stop fucking with me, Nola. Answer the damn question. Stop lying to me!”

“I’m not lying,” she insists. “It’s from the ritual.”

Her chest heaves, eyes flicking between mine as I go deathly still.

“What ritual?” I ask her slowly, my blood running cold.

“No fucking way,” Sylas barks out a laugh of disbelief. “Oh, Lola Girl, you didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” I snap, shooting a glare at Sylas.What the fuck is he catching onto that I’m not?

“You sneaky, little crazy bitch.” Wesley’s chuckle is deep and husky.

“What are they talking about?” I ask her, hating that they know something I don’t.

“It was me.” Her mouth grows into a wicked grin, that scared look long gone. “After I killed Scarlett, I vowed to make you three mine. Did you think I was going to sit by while you used some random nobody for your ritual? That was my right. Not anyone else's.”

She has got to be fucking kidding me. Just when I think I’ve figured this girl out, she blows my fucking mind. “You’re the girl in the blue bunny mask.”

She nods her head, at least as much as she can with my hand still gripping her hair. “I wanted it to be me.”

I shake my head. “It couldn’t have been you. The girl we fucked was a virgin. And you said you fucked those three pompous assholes in high school.” I let go of her hair and sit back.

“I lied. I’ve never had sex with anyone but you three,” she confesses, licking her bloody lip.

My eyes narrow. “You lied,” I repeat. “Do you understand that your lie got three men killed?”

“Yes,” she responds without a care in the world. “It was hot.” She shrugs. “If Callie wasn’t with me, watching the three of you killthem, I’d have touched myself to it like I did when you killed Mr. Robinson.”

She bites her lower lip, arousal bright in her eyes.

“You what?” Sylas asks. “Fucking hell, Lola Girl. You’re going to make me fucking nut in my pants.”

She giggles, smiling at Sylas over her shoulder.

I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me again.

“You are a sneaky little thing, aren't you?” I hum.