Page 58 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats

“You’re back!” she says with a big grin.

“Well, now I see why she’s your girlfriend,” Violet mutters from behind me, smirking at Lilah as if she’s interested.

Lilah frowns, taking a step to the side to see where the voice came from, and her eyes widen when she spots Violet.

“Atty… what is going on? Why are you bleeding?” she says, her eyes still on Violet, and not at all caring that she’s naked.

“Let’s go, Kitten. We’ll talk upstairs.”

I put my arm around her shoulder, but she shoves me off, almost like it’s only now hitting her that someone else is here.

“Who is that?” she says to me, but then quickly adds, “Who are you?” to Violet.

“Boyfriend didn’t tell you?” she asks with a smile. “I’m here for the threesome.”

“Violet, knock it off,” I growl.

Lilah raises an eyebrow at me, but I guide her toward the stares with my hands on her shoulders.

“You’re hotter than I thought you’d be!” Violet calls out as we leave the kitchen and go toward the stairs.

“What is going on?” Lilah demands once we’re in the bedroom. “You leave me in the middle of the night to pick up some girl?”

“It’s Violet,” I say quickly.

Her eyes widen and her jaw drops. Though I expected that to help the situation, she looks more confused. Maybe slightly angry?

“How did you find her?”

“Just… ran into her.”

“In the middle of the night?” she snaps, crossing her arms over her chest. I try my hardest not to stare at her tits and how good they look.

“I did some digging, found a guy she may go after, and went there. She was there.”

Lilah nods slowly. “And you’re just going to keep her too?” Her voice is quiet, sad.

I don’t like the way it makes me feel. Gross, like that time I was sick with strep throat and didn’t want to get out of bed.

“This is nothing like what happened with you,” I tell her, but she looks at me like she doesn’t believe me. “Things with Violet and I arenotlike you and me.”

“How am I supposed to know that?” Her bottom lip trembles, and her eyes fill with tears.

“Because I’m telling you,” I say seriously, staring into her eyes. “This is different, Kitten.” I pull here against my chest, keeping her wrapped in my arms.

She sniffles and wipes her eyes. “What happened to your face?”

Oh, right. I forgot about that.

“Get dressed. We can talk to her together.”

She hesitates a moment, but eventually does what I say. I head into the bathroom to look at my face. The cut looks worse than it is. What makes it look awful is the dried up blood that dried dripping down my cheek. It isn’t deep enough to need stitches, so I clean it up and put a few pieces of tape on it. Then we head downstairs, where Violet is digging around in my fridge.

“You have no food,” she complains, closing the door and turning to face me.

“This isn’t a grocery store,” Lilah says defensively.

Violet’s brows shoot up and she turns her attention on me. “Feisty, huh?”

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