Page 218 of Sincerely, Butterfly

I hate how turned on I am by all of this, how much I’m impressed by everything she’s managed to do without us catching on. The pride that swells in my chest over how much this girl wants us. How devoted she is to be with us.

She really does want this, wants us. And it looks like she would do anything to get it.

Her determination is fucking sexy.

Knowing it was her blood we drank, her body we fucked and marked fills me with this primal urge to do it all over again.

Cocking my head to the side, I ask. “Have you been stalking us?”

She nods.

“Are there cameras in this house, placed by you?”

She nods her head again, slower this time.

Wesley chuckles. “So fucking hot.”

“What about everything else? All the things you saw that weren't within these walls.”

“I have my ways,” she mumbles, this look in her eyes that tells me whatever she’s keeping from me right now, she won’t admit. She’s protecting something, or someone. I’ll get it out of her later.

“What else don’t we know about you, Lotus Flower?”

She’s quiet for a moment, a blush taking over her cheeks. Is she… embarrassed?

“I have a tattoo,” she admits.

I know she does. It looks fairly new. I noticed it the night I took her for a ride on my bike. A green butterfly.

Now that I know who she is, what she’s done, it makes more sense why she has that specific tattoo.

Letting go of her face, I lift up the sleeve of the shirt to see the tattoo. “What about it?” I ask.

“It’s a blood tattoo.”

I raise a brow. “A blood tattoo?” I repeat. “And whose blood is it mixed with, Nola?”

She chews on her lip again, looking nervous before she answers. “Yours… and Wesley’s and Sylas’.”

My brows furrow, alarm bells are going off inside my head. “And how the hell did you get our blood?” How much of my life have I lost control over? Did I black out at some point? Because we haven’t gotten any blood drawn in a long time. So how the hell would she get her hands on it? I think I’d know if someone took my fucking blood.

“Remember that girl you took to the hotel?”

“You know about her?” Sylas asks, sitting up in his seat. She looks over her shoulder and nods.

“How?” Wesley asks.

She turns to look at Wesley. “Stalking, remember?”

“Right,” he chuckles, grinning at her like a maniac. I don’t think I’ve seen him smile this much in his life.

“What about the girl?” I growl, gaining her attention again. “Did you get her to take our blood before you killed her?”

She shakes her head slowly. “She didn’t take your blood. I did. After I killed her. While Callie was getting rid of her body, I took your blood while you were sleeping.”

“Hold the fuck up! Callie? Are you saying my sister has been helping you kill?” he asks. “How the fuck did I not know any of this?! I’m going to kill Garrett.”

Her brows furrow. “What does Garett have to do with things?"