Page 22 of Unhallowed

“You bring up a fair point.” He nods. “It is foul play, and for that, we will grant you one exception.”

I relax slightly, until the door opens again and Killian strides down naked, covered in blood all the way down to his glistening cock—probably still wet withher—and his Jacob’s Ladder piercing twinkling even in the dimly lit room. His torso is also covered in blood. I don’t want to think about what went down with him and Angel, but if I had to guess, her hands were all over him.

Nausea threatens to take over, but I swallow it back. I will not show weakness in front of him. His face is placid, completely serious, and he seems at ease. I know he drank my girl’s blood, and he’s also satiated from fucking her. I don’t give a fuck. I want to hear what they have to say, but I just can’t stop staring at his skull face paint, all smeared and shit. A sign of the fun he had.

“You summoned me?” Killian smirks, coming down the stairs and standing next to me, his cock bobbing as he walks. He’s still half-hard. I try to ignore it, but my eyes keep being drawn to it, down to the blood smeared all over it. The devil tattoo taunting me.

Fire consumes my veins as the urge to beat his fucking face in takes over my body, and I clench my fists until my bones grate and it feels like I’m going to pull a muscle. He’s so nonchalant about this situation, as if he didn’t just fuck me over. In fact, he turns his face toward me and smiles. My fists ache again remembering how I fought back, but I wasn’t able to hit him. Now Iwant to. Maybe I’ll even get away with it.

“Yes,” Rothschild says, making the decisions. “We did. We’re here to discuss the matter of Angel Murray.”

“Hansen,” Killian interjects with a grin.

“Hansen.” The man affirms, further stoking my fire. He takes off his hood, finally, and looks at Killian with narrowed eyes, his lips set into a harsh line, his face tense. Disapproval written all over it, like a daddy scolding a naughty child. It’s not enough. It will never be enough. “You will stand and face me when I speak to you.” He says sternly, and Killian immediately complies, ever the perfect boy. Samuel continues. “Draven claims you drugged him, trapped him in this basement, and then took Angel for yourself.” Killian shifts on his feet, seemingly uncomfortable.

I’m ready to hear him spit out lies at them, but instead he says, “It’s true, I did all of that.” That’s more surprising than his betrayal, his candid response, like he’s above our laws.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “Why not?” I clench my jaw with the renewed need to hit him. “I saw what I wanted, and I took it.” He looks down at the floor, as if afraid of his answer for just a moment, but then I look at his spine, ramrod straight. “Besides, what’s mine is his, what’s his is mine, right?”

Wrong.

He and I are not fucking married, but in this cult, we may very well be. Being soulmates—it’s the same thing. “No,” I growl.

Rothschild nods, “Thank you for your honesty.” A loud sigh comes from him. “But due to your admission, certain measures will be taken. We cannot undo your marriage, but we can give her free will.” He raises his chin, then looks at the rest of the council. They all nod their approval.

I relax and Killian scoffs. “She’s my fucking wife, she’s bound tome. Fuckingmine.”

“She can pick whoever she wants to be with. She was promised to Draven first, and you got in the way of that. You betrayed your soulmate. Either way, she belongs toThe Familynow. If she wants to act like a whore, she can. The Fellowship sanctions it.”

I clench my fists and look at Killian, who also clenches his jaw at the word whore. At least he cares about that, because she’s the furthest thing from one.

“She’ll pick me,” I affirm. “Angel always will. I’m the love of her life.”

“We will see about that,” Killian replies with a smile. “Now if you don’t mind, I need to get back tomy wife.”

“Fuck.You.”

“Alright boys, I think we’re done here.” Rothschild adjusts his robe and turns on his heel, going up the steps with the rest of the council following behind. “Please don’t kill each other.”

Except I do want to kill him, but first I need to get Angel out of here. Away from him. I can’t stand the thought of him touching her, and now I wonder if she liked it. Did he make her come? Did he show her pleasure or did he just take care of himself? I can’t imagine her being okay with getting fucked in front of everyone. Is she traumatized? Did she cry? Was she scared?

Killian goes back up the stairs and leaves the door open this time, and I follow closely behind. He walks into one of the rooms where we are staying the night, and a lock engages as soon as he closes the door. So heisscared that I’ll steal his wife from right under his nose, and I will. I’ll convince her to move to my house, that was the plan all along.

I don’t usually live at my father’s house, but that was his requirement until marriage. That she stay in his house, and I couldn’t just leave her there alone. There’s nowhere to hide though, not really. Killian is my neighbor, and the other four of the Heathens live on the same street.

Mortem Drive.

So either way it’s not like I can hide her from him. She has to pick me. And she will, right?She has to. She can’t possibly love him after one fucking night of what? A little pleasure?

But she’s never been with anyone else but me.

Maybe it felt good to let go, to experience something new.

No, she’d never do that to me.

Ever.

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