Page 6 of Poison's Kiss
I back away quickly, my whole body lightly shaking as I stare into the false copper eyes I once thought of as friendly.
"Don't be so scared, Alyssa. You've been called hands-off territory, even though you obviously deserve death more than anyone here," he says so coldly.
My eyes narrow as I glare at him, steeling myself with false courage.
"I don't deserve a fucking thing. I'm sick of Kane and all of you pretending as though I'm the one who planned out some elaborate plot, when it was him all along. If I had known he was a fucking night stalker, I wouldneverhave trusted him with my blood or my life, you dumbass. I'm not stupid enough to believe you really think I schemed up this suicide mission to do... what exactly? Lure out a bitch I've never even heard of? Go after a night stalker I can't possibly kill? You forgot to factor in anything I would have to gain from this. Go fuck yourselves! All of you!"
His eyes grow colder, but his head tilts in confusion as he tries to process what I'm saying. I'm sure he's planning out his next line of attack, but then he surprises me.
"You're claiming you didn't know who or what Kane was?"
The tone of bemusement almost sounds authentic, but I know how his kind works. They love a good game.
"Don't pretend like you really think I had any ulterior motives. Leave me out of your elaborate, well-calculated, twisted plan for you guys to kill Kane's ex-bloodthirsty mistress. Stop playing your games on me, because they'll get you nowhere. You havenoidea what I grew up with."
A father who used mind games as a fun pastime hobby. I watched more than one man fold before him with nothing but a few words of taunting.
Zee takes a step back, his whole posture changing.
"I find it hard to believe you didn't know you were with a night stalker for all that time."
I laugh at the contradictory argument he places. "Then you understand why I fail to believe he never knew I was a witch, since he tasted my fucking blood... Twice."
Again, he seems so confused, but I barge by him before he can try to fuck with my head anymore. Kane is perched up beside his latest victim, and she touches his chest as he flashes her his award-winning smile.
Though I know I shouldn't, I strain my mortal ears to immortally hone in on the conversation.
"So, tomorrow?" she asks. "How about we meet up and I'll give you as much as you need."
"Actually, Zee's the one who needs it. I'm just here on his behalf because he's shy."
I breathe out in relief to know he hasn't just been hitting on a girl right in front of me. I'm so fucked-up right now. If what Gage is saying about thisconnectionis true, I definitely need to figure out a way to get Kane out of my system.
"Well, I don't want Zee as much as I want you," she seduces, her finger trailing over his chest.
He laughs as his hand closes over hers, stopping her descent before she reaches the top of his jeans. He shakes his head as he whispers something in her ear that makes her laugh.
The taste of jealousy has a lot in common with the taste of bile. My eyes scan the room in search of Gage who has moved from his previous spot. I can't tune out the pretty blond flashing her extra white teeth as she continues to tempt death's dealer.
"I think we should make a deal. I'll let Zee take what he needs as long as you promise to take all of me later."
Yep. It's official. Jealousy definitely tastes like bile.
I want to do something, say something... hell, I want to knock the bitch out. But I can't. He's the devil, and I'm just the girl he used for his game.
Kane laughs more, obviously amused by her desire for him, and then I feel a shiver up the back of my neck as I turn to meet Amy's looming figure.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she growls, her eyes seeping venom.
I hold it together, pretending to be unafraid.
"I have every right to be here. The people here aren't at risk because of my presence, unlike you andyourcoven."
I don't back down. I'm not running from them no matter how skilled at killing they all are.
"You have no idea the lengths we go to in order to keep these people safe. We drink donor's blood all day, every day. When Zee itches for the feel of the bite, we fetch him a willing victim that leaves with her life the next day - her memory completely dusted. Nothing we do can result in calling us evil, you judgmental little bitch."
Why have a willing donor if they are just going to dust her memory? To keep her from screaming? To keep from accidentally killing her when she does scream? Surely this can't be-
