Page 101 of Property of Necro
“To get back in your good graces,” I guess. Let’s be real… I’m expendable to Dark. I’m just another woman he can use. Kali, on the other hand, he loves in his own warped, ex-husband way.
She grips her necklace tighter. “That hasn’t happened. I poisoned him.”
“You didn’t.” I giggle, loving this far more than I should. It serves him right for messing with a sister. Something warm unfurls in my belly at the thought of Kali sticking up for me. Sure, I know she’s protective of us, but this is a whole other level.
“I sure as fuck did. It’s been a long, long, long time coming, and this was the last straw.”
“What did you do?”
“I made him a special tea.”
“But you didn’t kill him.”
“Unfortunately, no. I’m never going to actually kill him. Even when he deserves it. He’s still my ex-husband, the father of my sons and Lily, and… He’s also Sunshine’s son.”
I get it, and I’d probably feel the same if I were in her shoes.
“Marrying your ex-father-in-law isn’t complicated or anything,” I tease.
Kali rubs the center of her chest and stares off with a dreamy look in her eye. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Ex-father-in-law or not. He’s worth it.” Her tone is wistful, and for a sliver of a moment, I’m envious. Not of her and Sunshine, but their love and connection. The devotion.
“I’m so glad you’re happy with your daddy dick.” I grin like a wacky cartoon character to escape the icky emotional waters and into a place far less deep and depressing.
Cheeks turning a pretty shade of fuchsia, Kali swats my arm. “Stop it.”
“What? His daddy dick not doing it for you?” I waggle my brows.
“Sola!” Kali gasps in mock outrage.
“What?” I snicker and bat my eyelashes.
Seated in her computer chair, Cell’s arms flap like a bird. “Oh. Oh. Look. Look. It’s starting.” She points to the screen, and the live stream begins much earlier than expected.
And there he is.
Necro.
All muscles and mask.
He’s rubbed soot around his eyes and the lines of his neck.
There’s a black handprint over his heart.
What the hell?
“Is this the guy you’ve been fucking for the past three-ish months?” Cell asks, damn near swooning out of her chair.
My mouth waters, and I swallow hard before I reply a croaky, “Yes.”
“Oh. My. Gawd.” Cell fans herself. “He’s hot. Not regular guy hot. Not even biker hot. He’s God of the underworld, hot.”
I giggle.
If she thinks he’s good-looking, she should see the others.
The camera pans to the doorway, and in saunters Coffin, wearing the same cat mask I had on weeks ago, when all that craziness went down.
“Holy shit,” I gasp.
