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I groan. “I can’t be the only one in this friend group who isn’t one.”

He laughs deeply and it makes me smile.

“You’ll be one of us soon enough, Kitten. Don’t you worry.”

With Atticus around, what’s to worry about?

Chapter Thirty-Five

Atticus

One year later…

“I did it!” Lilah shouts, throwing her arms in the air.

I shake my head, humored at her excitement over killing someone.

“You did it, Kitten.”

I wipe at the spots of blood on her face, then dip down for a kiss. The metallic taste is still there, but I don’t mind. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten someone’s blood in my mouth. I pull back, but she grips my shirt.

“We need to celebrate.”

“Oh yeah?”

Her hands work at the button and zipper on my jeans. She moves to get to her knees, but I hold her up and spin her around. “Not like that,” I say. “I want to feel your pussy around my cock.”

I walk us forward until she’s pressed against the wall, then I shove her pants down and slip inside her.

“Fuck, Kitten.”

“Atticus, you feel so good,” she moans as she rocks against me.

With my hand around her throat and the other around her waist, holding her in place, I fuck her hard and fast until she’s pulsing around me. I come a moment later with my teeth sunk into her neck. When my balls are empty, I pull out and fix her pants. She turns to me with a drunken smile.

“Don’t tell me you guys are fucking again.” I glance over my shoulder and find Violet across the room, my brother standing right behind her.

Yes, we found her, and to say I’m happy with how my life is… is fucking crazy.

I did not think being around the right kind of people is what I was missing. All it took was them and some answers. My brother and I still talk about our lives, and each time we do, I feel a little better.

Not enough to stop killing, though.

James stares at Violet with hearts in his eyes the size of elephants. He’s got it so fucking bad for her, and she’s stringing him along.

I overheard her telling Lilah that she likes him, but she’s having fun with him. It’s mean, but it’s so Violet. James doesn’t seem to mind, and so I sit back and watch.

“What does it matter to you?” I ask, buttoning my pants.

“Just pissed that you two are always getting some, while I get none.”

My gaze goes to James, and I raise a brow. He clears his throat, then says, “Everyone upstairs is dead.”

“I got my third kill!” Lilah calls out as she pops around me.

“Fuck yeah, kitty cat!” Violet says, holding her arms out. Lilah runs to her, and they share an adorable hug. Yes, I said adorable. That’s what they are together. My best friend and my girlfriend.

James moves to my side as Violet and Lilah leave the room, to do who knows what.

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