Poison's Kiss (Deadly Beauties 2)

It's nice to hear I gave my virginity to someone who thinks it was so fucking stupid. I almost hate myself right now. I'm ready to be done with him - ready to stop aching for a man who wants absolutely nothing to do with me.

I have to stop thinking about him as the man I fell in love with and start seeing him as the enemy he really is.

"Witch's blood is addictive, but it shouldn't be affecting you this badly so soon. Either she's really strong, or you have one hell of a low tolerance."

"She's the first witch I've ever tasted, so it could very possibly be the latter of the two. I'm sure she's strong simply because of her mother, but Calypso is also a rarity. It's unlikely Alyssa is that strong. What I'm more curious about is how the hell is a daughter of Calypso Dubai involved with a changer, a dark user, and Drackus Devall. It's obvious Alyssa has practiced for the light her entire life because her hair can't get much blonder without going white, so how is she even affiliated with so many dark? And what the hell is up with her and Dray? He's warned me more than once to watch how I speak to her. He even threatened to lock me up with Amy if I said one more thing he felt was too harsh."

I smile, silently thanking Dray for holding up to his word. It's almost comical to know that Kane is being treated like the kid he's been acting like.

"I heard about that," Zee laughs out. "Dray is one harsh ass for threatening to leave you in a cage with that wild thing. I thought I was going to piss myself from holding in my laughter when Alyssa broke Amy's arm."

Kane actually lets a small bit of laughter free again, and then Zee continues.

"As far as the rest, I don't know. Whatever Dray's ties to her, they're strong. I didn't even know he knew her until he threatened Amy. My question is what are we going to do to find out all their secrets? I hate a mystery. That was the whole reason I agreed to come out here tonight. Obviously I'd like to keep her safe, too, but I

really want to know what's up with this chick."

"Glad to see we agree. I've just got to-"

The conversation cuts out, and it takes all my strength not to call him just so I can hang up and listen in again. It probably wouldn't do any good. They've most likely been distracted from the conversation, given the fact someone either just called him or sent him a text.

As I head to the house once again, my mind is bogged down, wondering what the two will do to piece together my mystery. If they find out I'm the daughter of Drackus, they'll flip out. Not to mention, they'll be scared of me, just like the rest of the world would be.

It's important I stay unknown to the world. My father's name puts a price tag on my head. His enemies would view me as his only weakness, though it couldn't be further from the truth.

With a shaky hand, I knock, almost hoping he's not here. It's highly unlikely he'd be anywhere else though. I'd like to know his ulterior motives for that rescue, and I can't find out unless I see him.

No one comes to the door, and I start wondering if it's been soundproofed. It wasn't soundproof when I lived here as a child. The windows look different though, nothing fancy, but thicker. It has been soundproofed.

The four-story mansion is hardly a prison. Though the house is deep in the dark woods, it's actually not creepy.

I'm sure most people would expect the home of Drackus Devall to look like something out of a haunted film - an old, dilapidated house where the wind howls through the cracks to add to the ominous feel. Instead, Drackus lives in a home nicer than the president.

Everything looks pristine, light, and even inviting. The crisp white paint and black shutters match the all American dream. The only thing missing is the white picket fence. This was once my home. I remember running through the hallways, laughing and playing with the man so many fear, but it was a small girl's illusion of happiness.

In the end, he never really wanted to be a father. A man as dark as he can't understand how to love a child... even his own.

Instead of pounding on the door again, I ring the doorbell instead. This time, it swings open, but it's not Drackus waiting on the other side.

Dray stands in front of me with wide eyes and mouth agape, shock drizzling from his deep brown eyes.

"Alyssa," he gushes out in surprise, quickly checking his phone immediately after as it rings.

"Dray," I murmur softly, enjoying the shock on his face. But why is he here?

"Zee, I assume you're calling to tell me Alyssa is gone," Dray murmurs into the phone.

I hold back a snicker, and Dray scowls as if Zee can see him.

"Yeah. She took off to see her dad. How did you know she was gone?" The suspicion in Zee's tone is comical.

I'm actually enjoying the night stalker duo sifting through the mess of mysterious pieces. I decide to add a little more mystery.

"Because I'm standing right in front of him," I say with a smile, making Dray smirk involuntarily.

"Why is she-"

"Don't worry about it, Zee. I need to speak with the little light girl about running off in the middle of the night."