Page 35 of Unhallowed

Fucking leave him.

Kill them all.

Shut thefuckup!

I don’t even know what The Family does, the hierarchy—because it’s obvious they have one—the virgins being sacrificed and then burned. Yeah, what the fuck is that all about? Why would they do that? It’s clear to me they’re not honest people, that they’re evil, and Drav mentioned he has no choice. But what else has he done for them? What does he put his soul on the line for? I don’t want to think about it, but it feels like there’s something illegal happening. I mean, obviously. These people are fucking murderers. But is Draven? Is Killian? Did I fuck two killers? Will they killme?

No.

You can kill them first.

Goddamn it. Shutup.

I pull my hair, hurting my head, ripping some strands. I guess it’s a good thing my hair is thick. I’m so fucking tired of the voices that taunt me. They won’t shut up. But they’re right. They’re right. And I can’t even ignore them anymore.

Sliding down to the hardwood floor against the island cabinets, I leave the pancake unattended. Fuck, I hate doubting him. Ireallyhate it. But Draven would never do that to me. I’m hisFirefly. I’m the love of his life and he came after me, rescued me, when he didn’t have to. He could’ve moved on with his life and married someone his family approved of, but he chose me. Now it’s my turn to choose him no matter how scared I am to do so. I just need more answers, that’s all. I need to know what they’ve gotten me into, because even I know this wasn’t my doing. I didn’t fucking choose this!

I get up from the ground and flip the pancake, waiting for it to be golden on the opposite side, then I put it on a plate. Just as I fill the ladle once more, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I don’t put the batter in the pan, instead I hold my breath the whole time until Draven enters the kitchen, then I let it out slowly, turning off the burner.

Don’t kill him.

You’re fucking pissed.

Don’t do it.

You love him.

My heart beats loudly in my ears, thundering, and I wonder if he can tell I’m nervous right now. I don’t even know why I am though, I just want answers. I want to stop being kept in the dark, feeling unimportant. He’s made me feel nothing but loved in the past, but then again he’s keeping secrets. He’s not giving himself to me.

“‘Morning.” Draven says, his voice deep and hoarse from sleep. “You’re making pancakes, baby?”

I turn around and look at him, letting my eyes roam appreciatively down his body. He’s shirtless, his chiseled chest and abs on display, and gray sweats slung low on his hips. He smiles when my gaze lingers on his dick, and my eyes snap back up to his.No. I’m still pissed at him, so I narrow my eyes and purse my lips.

“It’s the only thing I know how to make.” I reply with an attitude, my voice taking on an edge of anger. But still, I offer him the plate. Should’ve fucking poisoned it.

No.

“Do you want this one? It’s warm.”

I push the plate toward him on the island, and he smiles coquettishly. “The only thing I want for breakfast isyou.” Draven suggestively grabs himself through his sweats, and images of us in that basement flood back into my brain. It’s easy to forget everything when he’s around, to get lost in him. “Take off your shorts.”

“Make me.” I growl. “Because I’m notgivingyou shit.”

But still, my panties dampen immediately at his command, and some sick part of me wants to be fucked against this damn island so hard there will be bruises tomorrow. Just so I don’t have to remember Killian fucking me. I need something to distract me from him calling me his damn whore, because after he fucked me with Draven…I definitely feel like one. I’m also not sure I want his dick inside of me after what he did to me, the way he fucked Killian. He doesn’t love me, he loveshim. He doesn’t want me, he wantshim. Draven doesn’t deserve my pussy, so if he wants it, he’s going to have to take it.

Draven walks up to me, abandoning the pancake, and yanks my hair back. My pussy floods, desire curling through my body. The heat that fills my lower belly is uncomfortable, and when he takes off my shorts and underwear one handedly, dropping them to the ground and pressing me against the counter, I suppress a whimper.

Don’t show weakness.

“Hands on the island counter and arch your back for me, baby.”

“No.” I growl. “No.”

“You want me to make you, Firefly?” He asks against my ear, his tongue poking out to lick the shell of it. “You want me to act like him? Fuck you like him? What happened to my girl? The one who takesmeinstead?”

“The only way you’re fucking me is if you take it, Draven.” I reply as he pushes my hips into the counter. “Because right now? I don’t even want to see your face, damn it!” My yell echoes in the kitchen, filling my ears over and over.

I don’t even want to see your face.

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