Page 51 of Mated To The King's Gamma
“I’m not disgusted! Look at it!” he snaps at her, and we all lean a little closer, and she narrows her eyes at him, pursing her lips.
“You best be bloody fixing it. I am not walking around with DAM on my leg!” she growls furiously.
Did she mean she wanted him to carve into her more? Or did I hear that wrong? Damian looks over his shoulder at the king. Kyson shrugs, his eyebrows lifting almost into his hairline at her words.
“Well, you asked this time, so don’t bitch when it hurts,” he tells her.
“Yes, because you mutilated me! Now fix it!” she says, tapping her foot impatiently.
He lifts his hand to her leg, his sharp claw slicing through her soft flesh, and she grits her teeth, grabs his shoulder and bares it while I feel woozy just watching.
Damian does it fast before running his tongue across it and quickly healing the damage he caused, leaving behind only faint scarring.
Tandi examines it, scrutinizing it when a wicked smile graces her face as she runs her thumb over the knife in her hand, wiping the chocolate off it before sucking on her thumb.
“My turn! And you better not squirm like a bitch,” she says, and I look away, noticing he has shifted back and is now naked, kneeling before her.
“Your name only. You write something stupid on me, and I will…”
“Do nothing. You cut me first!” she says, waving the knife in his face. He sighs, and Trey gets to his feet, reaching me at the same time Kyson does.
“That is not normal!” Trey says, shaking his head at them as Tandi carves her name above his pec, while Damian watches her, making sure she embellishes nothing.
“Wait, I forgot to dot the I,” she says, stabbing the point into him and making him hiss.
“There,” she says, dropping the knife and walking off. She passes us and moves through the double doors, snickering to herself. Damian stops beside us, and I glance at his chest, keeping my eyes above the waist. His blood streaks down his chest as he stares after her.
“That woman is driving me crazy! I don’t know if I wanna kill her or kiss her. Maybe both!” he snaps, chasing after her while mumbling.
19
Abbie is still passed out when I reach the room. Clarice, however, stands in the hallway, standing beside my open bedroom door, watching Tyson while rocking Hunter in her arms and putting him back to sleep.
She glances at me, covered in vomit and chuckles.
“I am glad you find it so funny,” I tell her. She smiles at Abbie, who is snoring in my arms, her mouth open. She is out cold but won’t be once I put her in the shower.
“At least she had fun and got out of this room for once,” Clarice says, and I nod in agreement. She’s not wrong. The moment she took off with Tandi, I had Liam looking for her, him promising to stay by her side. She needed time with Azalea and Tandi. Even if I think Tandi is a little wild, she is familiar to Abbie, and this will give them time to hang out without me hovering around.
“Let me set him down in his crib,” Clarice says, walking off toward Damian’s room, only to stop when we hear voices. Or more like arguing. I roll my eyes, and Clarice pauses.
“On second thought, I might lay him down on your bed for a minute,” Clarice says when I recognize the voices to be Tandi and Damian. I wander into my room, finding Tyson where I left him, fast asleep on Abbie’s side of the bed. Clarice sets Hunter next to him, propping pillows around him before following me into the bathroom. She turns the shower on for me while I pull Abbie’s soiled clothes off. I place her in the shower. My chest pangs when I glance at her marred flesh.
Long slits run up both arms. My mark on her neck has covered and removed Kade’s, yet the guilt I feel about marking her without consent still coils inside me.
“She’ll forgive you,” Clarice says. The woman is too observant and can read me like a damn book.
“I know; it just doesn’t feel right,” I tell her, glancing at her. She nods, grabbing soap and a loofah as Abbie stirs under the water.
“She will forgive you. You were trying to save her,” Clarice says as I tug my shirt off, tossing it in the hamper.
“I am not worried about her forgiving me for marking her, that she will forgive,” I tell her, sticking my head out the door.
“Get it off your chest, son. I am not a mind reader. I know you tried to change her.”
“She said I tried to force her to live.”
“Because you did,” she tells me. No judgment from this woman ever comes. I can tell her my darkest secrets; I know she will take them to the grave with her and not judge me for my mistakes.
