Page 35 of Scarred Sacrifice
Something suddenly occurs to me. “You said you’ve never seen Nyx at one of these events before,” I state. “Is that true?” I ask. The thought of him knowing about the various games that will be set too loud to ignore. Edna purses her lips. “Edna,” I press.
She sighs. “It’s the first time he’s attended, but not the first time he’s been to one.”
I frown, wondering what she means, when it clicks. “He was one of the staff,” I blurt out.
Edna nods. “He was Henry’s assistant at every single one of these events,” she divulges.
“How did he come into money to be one of you?” I ask.
“He hasn’t,” she answers simply.
“He’s still working for Henry,” I state, and Edna nods. “He’s there to spy on me?” I press. Edna nods again.
“I’m sorry for lying to you,” she adds.
The hatred I had for Nyx now grows tenfold. I turn to Edna. “One more question, then I promise I won’t ask anymore,” I state. “Why are you telling me all this?” I ask.
She smiles. “Because I like you, and whatever your reasons you have for being here, I hope you succeed and wipe that smug smile off of Henry’s face.” She grins.
My lips tip up slightly before I exhale a long breath. “Edna, fancy getting shitfaced to forget the day’s events?” I ask, desperately wanting to drown myself in a bottle of whiskey and shut my mind off.
“My girl, I thought you would never ask.” She laughs, pressing a button on the table, and her door suddenly opens and in walks her assistant. “Be a dear and make us another round. Doubles this time,” she orders.
“Yes, ma’am.” He nods with a small smile.
A few hours later,we are well into the early hours of the morning, and Edna and I are so drunk. She’s fallen out of her chair twice, and I am wearing one of her diamond encrusted tiaras.
“Oh, how do you do? I am Princess Bitch Face.” I snort.
“You would make a spectacular princess.” Edna laughs on a yawn. “Oh god, I need to go to bed. I’m an old lady.” She sighs.
I laugh as I remove her tiara and place it back in her huge jewellery box. “Well, it’s been fun. Thank you, Edna,” I say, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek, but I stumble and fall past her lap and land on the floor with a thud. “Oh, shit!” I laugh.
Edna cackles, laughing with me. She clicks her fingers for her assistant to help me up. “Take her back to her room, and make sure she’s gets there safely. I don’t trust any of those old perverts,” Edna states firmly.
Her assistant helps me to my feet and walks me to the door. “Until tomorrow!” I yell over my shoulder as we leave.
Paul, her assistant, walks me back to my room. I stumble a couple of times, but thankfully, he manages to stop me from face-planting the floor.
“Tell me, Paul, do you know Nyx?” I ask him. He awkwardly looks away. I snort. “Fuck, you all think I’m the laughingstock.” We reach the room and before I can open it, the door is fiercely swung open by an angry, bare chested Nyx.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he snaps.
I frown. “Out. I should have known, with all those tattoos.” I look down and spot a glass of whiskey in his hand. “Oh, drink!” I say, happily reaching forward and snatching it from his hand and knocking it back. “Oooooh, that burns!” I wheeze. I push past Nyx and stumble into the room, ignoring whatever whispered words are being exchanged by Nyx and Paul and flop down face first on the bed. “It’s rude to whisper,” I mumble into the covers. I hear the door close and then I’m being hauled up to my feet. “Hey!” I protest.
“Shut up. I’m just putting you into bed properly,” he chastises.
My head flops against his chest. “I hate you, Nyx O’Connor,” I mumble.
“Thanks,” he answers, his deep voice vibrating under my ear. He lays me down and I roll onto my side, my eyes remaining closed.
“Asshole,” I sigh. Then darkness covers me as I black out.
CHAPTER TWELVE
NYX
I satin the chair all night, waiting for her to return. The woman infuriates me. She manages to piss me off in everything she does, and now she lays there fast asleep, lightly snoring. I look up at the camera in the corner of the room and flip it off before taking another long swig of my whiskey. I rub my face. Shit, it’s all just become a fucking mess. If she had only not fucking caught me in the library. I lean my head against the back of the chair, looking up at the ceiling. I need to stay focused. There isn’t room for errors, and yet there has been so many already.
