Page 38 of Their Promise

He smiled. The jerk smiled. “Ah, I see.”

My anger grew and his aura swirled around him, reaching out towards me. “Did you kiss them? Or fuck them?” I asked.

He shrugged. “What’s it to you? You cut us off, remember?”

“You know why I cut you off.”

“I know why you cut Kayden off, but his comment had nothing to do with me,” he countered.

“You’re all a packaged deal,” I reminded him.

“And yet you only kissed me.”

“No,” I said and shook my head. “I’ve kissed each of you.”

His brows furrowed. “You kissed them, too? When?”

“When we were younger, before I left for college,” I answered.

“That makes Trey’s partners even more confusing,” he whispered as he looked off, deep in thought.

Partners? As in … sexual partners?

Hissing at him, I spun around and threw my club on the ground. “I’m going home.”

Was I overreacting? Yes, but my darkness when stirred around them seemed to make theirs react and it became like a spiral making me more and more irrationally angry.

Mason snatched my wrist, pulling me back so hard that I stopped and spun around, my hands going up to his chest to keep from falling. He pressed his mouth to mine and rubbed his fingers along my cheek. “These are the only lips I’ve ever kissed.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

He nodded. “Honest.”

“I don’t want to hear about your guys’ conquests. What happened while we weren’t talking?—”

“Lily,” he whispered, “you’re acting completely unlike yourself.”

Pushing away from him, I turned away so he couldn’t see my face and said, “You don’t know who I am. I’m not the same girl I was four years ago.”

“Did something happen?” he asked.

“Lots of things happened,” I replied and headed towards the exit. My powers had changed, grown, and gotten out of control. There had been a time that I had almost killed someone without meaning to. As much as I tried to be the sweet, pretty princess that the public thought I was, there was a darker side. The side from the spell that I couldn’t always keep at bay.

“We’re not the same either,” he said softly.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, and willed myself to calm down. To stop overreacting. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

His arms wrapped around me and he squeezed. “Come on, let’s finish our game so I can win.”

“Why do you hate Luca so much?” I asked and picked up my club.

“It’s obvious that he’s a playboy and yet he is trying to court you, which is unacceptable. He’s not good enough for you.”Adding so quietly that I didn’t think he meant for me to hear, “I don’t think there’s anyone who’s good enough.”

I hit my ball and it sailed perfectly along the dragon and into the hole.

We finished playing with no more angry incidents and I lost … horribly, but I was smiling at the end and so was Mason, which had been my plan all along.

“We should probably head home,” Mason said as we headed outside. “There’s probably demon hunts to go on.”

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