Page 42 of Unhallowed

Seth’s eyes widen. “I don’t have any information, if that’s what you’re implying. It’s not like my father runs shit by me, Kill.”

“Duxwants us to figure out why she’s missing, and where she is.”

Asher looks at me for a moment with a frown on his face, “Why would anyone want Amalia Rothschild?”

“Why would anyone not?” I scoff, incredulous. Have they learned nothing? “She’s clearly leverage. Samuel did something, and they’re using her against him. Now I’m assuming they don’t want money for her, or she’d be home already, so I have to figure out why she’s gone, who took her, and why. My father doesn’t know exactly what’s going on,” Now I direct my gaze to Seth. “And you will shut the fuck up if you know what’s good for you.”

“What happens with The Heathens isourfucking business, no one else’s,” Seth says as he leans back in his chair and stretches out his legs in a nonchalant and relaxed gesture that I know is fake as fuck. His sister is missing and he’s now keeping secrets from his father, who is above us. He’s not fooling anyone. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Except I do.

I have plenty to worry about, because if he has even the slightest slipup, if he even acts differently toward his dad, he will make him suspicious. “Seth, as far as you’re concerned…you don’t know anything. You didn’t hear this. Do you understand?” I ask through gritted teeth. “Or it’s your life on the line. Disobedience is not tolerated.”

“We live by the rules, we die by the rules.” He all but chants, lighting a joint.

“Good.” I nod, “You fucking keep that in mind.”

The guys change the subject at that, trying to make light of the situation. All except Seth. It’s his sister, and I know he can’t make light of it. They’re basically twins, being born nine months apart. I don’t blame him for being distressed, but he needs to keep it together so this can work.

We have to get this done or my father will skin me alive.

His tasks areneverto be taken lightly.

“I gotta piss.” I mutter, getting up from my chair and walking toward my house before anyone can object, not that they would. I’m mostly thinking of Draven.

I smirk as I get closer to the house, intent on finding my little demon. It’s eerily quiet when I walk in, and I look around the living room and kitchen first but there’s no one there. She’s probably in the bathroom, but I don’t give a damn. I’m busting through the door if that’s what it takes to talk to her.

Making my way up the stairs, I check the bathroom to find it empty.Interesting. I go room by room, opening doors to see if she’s in there, but come up empty. Where are you?

“Where are you, little demon?” I yell out, and immediately hear shuffling coming from the only open door left—my room.

There’s more shuffling, or rustling—maybe my sheets, but she doesn’t reply. I push the door open further to find her staring up at the ceiling, her legs dangling off the bed, her long hoodie hiked up on her thighs, revealing lacy underwear I’m sure Drav bought her.

For himself.

Either way, my dick gets hard in my pants because I’m fucking human, no matter how pissed off that makes me. She doesn’t even look at me when I walk toward her, the only indication she knows I’m here is her speeding breaths, the heaving of her chest.

I get between her legs, nudging them with my knees, and lean over her until she has to meet my eyes. “You hiding from me, baby girl?”

“Always,” she whispers.

Heat rushes through me, I don’t know what it’s attributed to, but I don’t like it. Somehow it feels less like anger and more like rejection, and that bothers me. That she’s fucking rejecting me.

“Don’t you know you can’t escape me?”

“One day I will.”

I chuckle at that lie. She will never,ever, be able to. “No you won’t.”

“What do you want, Killian?” She snaps. “Why do you keep coming to me?”

“You suck my soul out, little demon.” I breathe, getting on my knees for her, looking at her underwear from an angle. “I just can’t help myself. Something is pulling me toward you.”

“You don’t have a soul.”

We both smile at that, and I trail my fingers up her legs. “Don’t I?” She sucks in a sharp breath. “Maybe I need spiritual healing then, what do you think?”

“I—” My nose comes to her underwear and I inhale deeply, making her close her legs around my head. “You’re fucking crazy.”

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