Page 18 of Now You're Mine

Subject: death to the queen…

something needs to be done about this shit w/ the BC. the QC has gone too far and blames the SS for something that was herfucking fault in the first place. TS died because of her and now she’s taking down the whole society. a few of us plan to put that bitch in the ground with her friend…

I read the words over and over,seething,my blood boiling. It’s written in code, but BC is clearly the Burning Crown, CQ is the queen consort, and TS, obviously means Tyler.

Fuuuck!

I tilt my head back and close my eyes. Shit gets worse by the second. But thank God I have a good defense attorney because thefirst thingI’m doing is tracking down and slaughtering the person who wrote that post. Fuck knows I’ve tortured people for far,farless…

CHAPTER TEN

Lux

After blue-balling Roman last night,I found Ash and said goodbye, then retreated to Roman’s room, which is where I’ve been ever since. It’s nearly noon, and I haven’t been brave enough to go downstairs, because if I’m being honest, the mood last night was pretty tense.

I mean, I didn’t expect cheers of joy necessarily, but the undercurrent of hostility I felt just walking from the study to the bedroom was so dense I could bite into it.

It’s noon, though, and I’m starting to feel hungry—and if I don’t eat, I get so nauseous that I’ll throw up.

Morning sickness.

I clench my jaw at the reminder of the pregnancy. Most of the time, I can push it to the back of my mind, and tell myself I’ll deal with it later. I have so much on my plate right now, it’s just easier to ignore it. But every once in a while the vague sense of nausea rises up to remind me.

Rolling over, I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s nearly noon. I should think about food before I start dry heaving.I’ve discovered recently that throwing up on an empty stomach is theabsoluteworst. It’s so much better if something is already in there.

Sitting up, I yawn. I have that sleep-drunk feeling as I reach for my phone. I have almost a dozen missed texts on my phone. Shit, I must have had my notifications set to silent.

Blinking, I read the contact names; Wyn, Ash, and a number I don’t have programmed, but the preview line says, “Hey, this is Christian…”

I’m assuming Ash and Christian want to talk about last night, so I pull Wyn’s text up first. It’s a series of several texts, spaced just minutes apart. The last one was ten minutes ago.

Are you up? Shit is going down, and we need to talk.

Are you still sleeping, seriously?!?! Call me.

Lux, I need to talk to you, like, RIGHT NOW. It’s urgent.

I shoot her a text back.

Sorry, my phone was on silent. What’s up?

I take my phone off silent, then head to the bathroom, so I can go downstairs and grab some cereal or something, anything to tide me over until I can get some real food.

I’m in the middle of brushing my teeth when there’s a knock on the bedroom door. That must be Wyn. She probably started heading over here when I didn’t text her back. Heaven forbid shecallme. I would have heard the phone vibrate on the nightstand, and it would have saved her a trip.

“Just a second,” I call out, spitting and rinsing quickly.

Rushing to the door, I unlock it and pull it open. “What’s the emergen—” My words die the second I see who’s on the other side of the door. It’s definitely not Wyn. “What are you doing here?”

It’s Christian, and he pushes past me, into the room without even being invited in.Fucking asshole.He glances around with appreciation. “It’s actually clean in here. Impressive.” He smiles at me. “How do you like staying here?”

“Great,” I say flatly, still standing at the door in a silent invitation for him to leave. “Is that why you’re here? For my review?”

He rests an asscheek on the edge of Roman’s desk and crosses his arms over his chest. His blond hair is tucked under a backward ball cap, and his angular jaw is set like he’s trying hard to bite his tongue.

He’s so damn hot—all the Sacred Sons are—and it occurs to me how unfair that is. Rich, hot, and powerful. It’s no wonder they run around campus like a rabid pack of wolves. People are too mesmerized by their beauty to stop them.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask Christian where his evil twin is. It’s so rare I see them apart, but I decide against it because provoking him isn’t going to help me. Especially since I’m holing up in enemy territory.

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