Page 83 of Sunshine and the Vamp

“Are you more pissed that you lost your brother, or that Damyr never loved you back?”

The smile fell from Silas’ face and a sneer curled his top lip. “You know nothing!”

I huffed a pathetic laugh and shook my head. “Sure. Whatever you say, Silas.” At the root of all this madness was unrequited love. “You’re a walking cliché.”

That earned me a backhand from him. My head snapped backwards, and my vision went blurry for a few moments. I blinked. Something wet dripping into my eye. Pain sliced through my left eyebrow where he’d split my skin, and I was pretty sure he’d cracked my orbital bone. Fucking asshole. I hoped Damyr ripped him limb from fucking limb.

I could hear Vlad shouting something from his spot on the floor, but my ears were ringing too loud for me to make out what he was saying.

Silas’ face swam in front of me, a wide manic smile splitting his handsome face. “Time for the main event.”

My head spun, and the last thing I thought as the darkness came to collect me, was that I hoped Damyr saved Vlad. He was going to need him when Silas killed me because I was fragile compared to them. I was breakable, and I was convinced that Silas was going to enjoy breaking every single part of me.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Damyr

The ruins of Morley Hall sat proudly on a hill. Still looking serene despite the dilapidated state that the roof was in. My heart clenched as I thought of the summer I’d spent walking the gardens here with Edwin by my side. Looking back on it now, I knew that what I had felt for Edwin was a mere puppy love compared to absolute obsession I felt for Benjamin. I’d been infatuated at a time when my life had lacked any kind of direction, and I’d clung to Edwin like a life raft.

Aleksey and Byron were waiting by a blacked out SUV at the bottom of the driveway with someone I assumed was Bishop, Byron’s twin. He looked exactly like Byron, albeit with longer hair and lots of tattoos. All three of them were dressed in full black combat gear looking lethal as fuck.

“I don’t know what’s waiting for us in there. Silas has either got an army of people or he’s on his own.” I hoped he was psychotic enough to believe that he could do this on his own, but just in case he thought putting an expendable army in my way was his idea of fun, I’d brought back up.

Byron cocked his gun and eyeballed his twin. “I don’t want you going in there.”

“Fuck you, Byron,” Bishop said with a laugh. “I’m going wherever I want.”

Byron scowled. “Nope. Not happening.”

Bishop checked his own gun, a smile splitting his face. It was odd seeing Byron seemingly out of his element. He was usually so put together, but he seemed to be hovering around his twin like a little mother hen.

“At least wear a bullet proof vest,” Byron chided.

“You’re not wearing one,” Bishop said flatly.

“Perhaps you should,” Aleksey said with a snort. “Might stop you getting shot.”

I had no clue what was happening here, but I was grateful Byron came back. “Thank you, for coming back.”

Byron scowled. “It’s not me you should be thanking. Bishop persuaded me to come and he’s here because I haven’t finished with him yet.”

I held my hand out to Bishop. “Then thank you. You’re more than welcome to stay, as long as you like.”

“Thanks,” he replied, shaking my hand. “Maybe it’s time to stop running.”

Byron barked a laugh. “Like there was ever any chance of you running from me.”

I turned to Aleksey and found him watching the twins with a confused expression knitting his blonde brows. I knew the feeling. Their dynamic was unusual. “Where are Acheron and Wilder?”

“Imminent,” Aleksey replied, not taking his eyes off Byron and Bishop.

There was the sound of a twig snapping and we all turned, guns aimed and ready to shoot.

“Jeez, you guys are on edge,” Wilder drawled as he stepped closer.

Acheron swatted him in the chest. “Have some tact. We’re on a fucking rescue mission.”

“And hopefully a murdering spree,” Byron said gleefully.

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