Page 21 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

“You never get drunk,” I answered. Cain’s incredible muscled physique kept him from metabolizing alcohol very quickly. And even though he liked to watch the people around him get drunk, he hated to lose control. I'd never actually seen him tip over into being drunk himself.

I got the guys to join me in the same room that still stunk of arousal. Smelling the scent of her cum in the air made my nostrils flare, but I tried to pretend to ignore it.

“Alright, what's your little temper tantrum about?” Cain demanded. “Don't tell me that you got jealous about me playing with that girl tonight.”

“I could care less what you do with other girls,” I said. “But not that girl.”

Cain was getting a familiar stubborn look on his face that always meant trouble. “Why not that girl?”

“Because that's the daughter of The Demon.”

Cain looked bemused again. It was Pax who said, “The Demon, the serial killer?”

“The one and only.”

“I followed the case,” Pax said, “And even though she was a minor and there weren’t supposed to be any pictures of her, a couple of journalists had stalked her and managed to get photographs of her. That’s definitely not the girl I saw.”

“I’m telling you, that's really her. She's had a lot of plastic surgery. But I would know her anywhere.”

“By the way she fucking kisses?” Cain was looking at me as if it were the most asinine thing that I had ever said, in a history of many asinine things.

“Not just by kissing her,” I said, irritated, “but it definitely is one more tip off.”

“You used to date The Demon’s daughter?”

“I didn't know she was the fucking child of a serial killer at the time.” I said, “but I think he's the one that took my sister and I think maybe she knows something about it.”

For a few long seconds, no one said anything. I felt vulnerable and exposed, and I hated that.

I started to say something, but Cain cut me off. “All right. I don't know if that's really her, but I'll take your word for now. We'll bring her in, keep her close.”

“We’ll find out her secrets,” I said, picking up what he was suggesting.

“And if she betrayed your sister, if she was working with The Demon and she's the reason that your sister's dead…” Cain smiled wickedly. “Then we'll make sure she's punished for her wrongdoing.”

The Bible was never creepier than when Cain was referencing it in favor of his own twisted misdeeds.

“Alright,” I said, the idea working for me. “Let's do it”.

She had no idea what was about to happen to her. And that was just the way I liked it.

6

Aurora

Ishot awake in the morning, sitting up with a jerk out of my dreams. My heart was pounding and there was something slick in the back of my throat. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, drawing deep breaths through my nose, then exhaling out my mouth.

My nightmare was already forgotten, but the effect it had on me was slower to fade. My breath was still coming too quickly as I stole a glance at the other bed, wondering if I’d woken up my roommate, or if she’d even come back the night before. Jenna lay on her stomach, one slender arm pillowing her head. She was wearing too much eyeliner, but not as much as her pillow; she was still pretty though, even drooling.

Apparently, she'd had a better night than I had, at least I hoped so. Although when I thought about Cain’s hands on my body, it didn't seem like the night had been all bad. Until I ran into Stellan, it had been a lot of fun, no matter how awkward I was.

I was still rattled by seeing Stellan. Just thinking about how he’d strode up to me and kissed me… and then how he’d degraded me in front of the crowd… made my heart race all over again. Not today, Satan. I took another deep breath and swung my feet out of bed, finding the cold tile floor.

I took a long hot shower and scrubbed away every last bit of the scent of the night before, from spilled vodka punch to the faint scent of a man’s cologne on my skin, dark and heady.

I came out and began drying my hair with a t-shirt, a little trick I’d read in a magazine. Jenna blinked her eyes open and looked at me. She sat up and groaned, rubbing her hands with her eyes. “Oh, I think I have regrets.”

“Sorry I abandoned you last night.” I paused, still scrunching my waves in the t-shirt. If I wasn’t going to blow dry my wild mane, it was my best bet.

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