Page 79 of Our Little Monster
“Me,” I whispered, and they both nodded. “You were going to use me to kill him knowing I couldn’t be compelled, and I’d want my revenge…”
I wiped the stray tear that had slipped free during their confession.
“In the very beginning… yes,” Nox admitted.
“And what’s changed? Why try to protect me now? Let me go kill him.”
“We couldn’t risk you,” Thorne said somberly.
“Oh, but wasn’t that your plan from the beginning? Ask for a deal, you help me find him, and then I kill him and you three are free to go? What’s changed?” I fired back.
“Everything,” Nox exclaimed, standing and cupping my face. “Everything has changed.” I shoved all of my emotions from that sentiment down, down, down… This wasn't the time.
“What are his plans?” I asked stiffly, shifting back to their original plan. I would find him and kill him. They both stilled.
“This is why we didn’t tell you, Serina. We knew you would want to go face him head-on, jump straight into the fire. But this is more than just Victor. All the people that are under his command are compelled to be there; they didn’t have a choice, they're innocent,” Thorne tried to reason, but I moved out of the bedroom.
I would save Bastian. I would get my vengeance. I would do everything.
“Serina, wait!” Nox called as he grabbed for me, but I was already rushing down the stairs.
He wrapped a hand around my waist to stop me, and I spun and stabbed him in the gut with my stake that I was now white-knuckling against my palm.
He grunted as blood spilled over the wooden steps beneath us.
“That’s for not telling me, or at least not telling me sooner. This could have all been over already.”
“Okay… I deserved that,” he rasped.
I didn’t think I’d ever be able to go back to having a human boyfriend because you couldn’t just stab them when you were angry. Fuck, were they all my boyfriends?
I didn’t know what we were anymore. I was so hurt and confused; my mind was fuzzy with all the emotions coursing through me.
“You deserve more than that. You all do. Maybe if I would have known sooner, none of this would have happened,” I spat, looking between the two of them. My words hitting their mark.
I knew my wrath for revenge should be turned toward the man who had done this, not them.
But would I have ever cared for them if I could have ended this from the jump? They could have told me more when I showed up in their living room that night.
But instead, now everything was sticky with emotions I never wanted to have.
I wanted to kill whoever Victor was. I wanted to stake him in the heart, rip him limb from limb, and then burn all the pieces.
And I would.
First, I needed to save Bastian, and then I needed to plan how I would get close enough to kill him.
I was sure Bastian, Thorne, and Nox could help me with that.
Maybe I could attack on my next birthday. What a beautiful fucking circle of life that would be. I would finally capture my revenge on the one-year anniversary of one of the worst days of my life.
Suddenly, Thorne was in front of me, blocking the door and holding his hands up.
“Serina… please.” He frowned, his kind eyes so full of emotion.
The desperate look in them softened something in me, cracking the dam I had been using to hold all my emotions in. My breathing was rapid, my cheeks wet from tears that I hadn’t realized had been falling.
Thorne took a step toward me. And then another and another until he slowly wrapped an arm around my waist, and I fell into him as a sob broke free. I went limp crying into his hard chest.
