Page 34 of A Dance With Devils
Until he came here and screwed up my plan.
My gaze flicks to him, stern eyes attempting to tell him to leave. As usual, he doesn’t give a fuck about my opinion and just stares back. He never has. He’s one of the few I can count on for absolute honesty because of his mysterious brain that only thinks logically about anything.
Not his little Hannah, though. Nothing logical there
Pretty thing.
I amble to one of the couches, body collapsing onto it so I can kick my feet up and watch these colours still bouncing around the space.
“What’s happening here?” Gray asks, quietly.
“Nothing,” I mutter in reply.
“Liar.”
He stands and walks over to my Alice, his hand reaching for her. “Don’t touch her,” snaps out of me, hackles all over the goddamned place. I shift in my seat, eyes like a fucking hawk at both of them for reasons I’m not accepting.
“Cigarettes. Inside pocket,” he says, moving upright again and beckoning his hand. She looks confused, like nothing makes any sense at all. I know the feeling. “I’m not touching her, Malachi.”
Good.
I frown until she throws them at him and he starts backing off again. I don’t need his kind of attractiveness getting in the way of my hunt. Not that she seems to give a damn. She’s too busy trying to spin the air around with her hand now, occasionally batting at it as if trying to clear her vision.
“Which colours?” he asks, sitting again. “And how many have you both had?”
She giggles and then crawls sideways, ducking her head under the coat. “So dark in here,” she mumbles. “Black eyes. All black.” I smile and watch, for some reason fascinated with her legs and dirty feet. “Where are you?”
“Here,” rumbles out of me. "There."
Her head pops out again, eyes wide as she looks at me across the room. “Closer,” she says, ducking her head back under again. “So close. White lights. I can taste you. Run Alice, Run.”
“Malachi?” Gray.
“What?”
“Is this the girl from-“
“Yes. Mine.”
“She looks better here. Attractive.” My neck twists, eyes glaring at him. He smirks and pulls on his cigarette, as he looks me over, smoke blowing out afterwards. “And you’ve said that several times already.” A bottle comes out of his pocket, pills tumbling into his palm before he swallows several and chuckles “Are you worried I’ll steal her?”
No. Yes. “Fuck off.”
Steal her? He couldn’t. Or shouldn’t. I turn back, thoughts more interested in the occasional yelps that keep coming from under the coat. Besides, he’s got his own thing to play with, and I’m happy to shred her skin wide open if he dares come anywhere near mine.
“How many have you had?” he asks again.
I don’t know. Don’t care either now. My little Alice. All mine, as she searches for me under his coat. We could both get under it, find out things about each other. Or I could take her to one of my rooms. Indulge myself with skin and bones. I need that.
“Malachi?”
No. No talking. Just skin and bones.
Maybe more vodka to ramp up the hunt.
Chapter 15
Ally
