Page 34 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
None of us had seen or heard from Matteo Vitali for over two years. He was given his bride, refused to claim her, then he was gone, along with his second, Aiden, and his intended.
No one would tell us where they went or if they were still alive. All anyone would say was that, for the time being, those people didn’t exist. And they didn’t. Every piece of their existence was gone. Social media, birth records, high school records, all of it. It was as if they were never born.
“So, we’re fucked,” Levi said.
Slater sighed, “Pretty much.”
Levi shifted his stare over to me. “What do you think, Issac?”
“It doesn’t matter what I think.” The Society always got what it wanted, one way or another.
Slater cocked a brow. “You’re not going to give us some with great power comes great responsibility bullshit speech, are you?”
Levi curled his lip at Slater. “This isn’t a comic book.”
“Actually, that phrase came from Voltaire,” I said while tipping my head to the right.
Something red flashed in the corner of my eye.
“Who the fuck is Voltaire?” Levi asked.
“You’re the worst royal ever,” Slater huffed. “He’s a French author, idiot.”
“Fuck you, you’re an idiot.”
“Oh yeah. You want to say that to my face.”
“I am saying it to your face. Your face is right there.”
Slater grabbed an empty water bottle off the ground. “I’ll fucking throw this bottle at your face.”
I did not have the patience to deal with those two right now. Besides, I was much more interested in the red fabric on the other side of Georgia’s chair.
Walking over, I dropped my eyes down to what appeared to be a homemade bag.
The flowered material was something someone would use to make a quilt. It wasn’t something that I could see anyone paying for. Most girls wouldn’t be caught dead with that thing on their shoulder. Georgia Pyne, however…
“What are you looking at?” Curious, Levi peeked over the end of the table. “Looks like someone forgot their bag.”
He reached out to grab it, but I snatched it off the ground before he could. “Fuck off. It’s mine.”
“Yours?” He arched a brow.
And he wasn’t the only one. Both Slater and Ravi gave me the same look.
“Did you just get possessive over a bag?” Ravi asked.
No.
“I saw it first.” Therefore, I should be the one to go through it.
“Uh-huh?” Levi’s eyes narrowed. “Issac, do youwantGeorgia to be yours?”
That was the dumbest fucking question. “Of course not.”
“It’s okay if you do.”
Did Levi not hear me the first time? “I don’t want or need a bride.”
