“Do you hear yourself?” I laugh grimly while shaking my head. “This is just who we are. Stop thinking we’re something we’re not. To the eye, we look human, but it’s part of the deception that makes us such good predators. Our morals are listed under shades of gray. The longer you live, the more your idea of morality changes. And ethics? We have none. We survive; we kill or be killed; and we own our lives. You won’t find Prince Charming among us. Stop looking for the logic and redeeming qualities in a world full of killers. Because we take what we want, and we don’t feel bad about it.”
Dice, being the smartass he is, starts slow-clapping, slowly building speed while mocking awe.
Fuckstick.
“Hashtag—preach,” the annoying incubus says with that cockiness I hate so much.
Ella shakes her head, clearly disappointed before she dematerializes from the room. Zee warily approaches the bed, then he turns to face Gage.
“Watch him. Don’t you dare let him kill me.”
Gage moves forward, and I’m forced to step back before Zee will attempt it. Kimber is absent. Fortunately. Ella probably went to retrieve her, so I need Zee to hurry the hell up.
My entire body flames when his fangs form and his eyes grow blue. He chances a glance at me before he strikes quicker than the mortal eye can see. Roslyn groans against him, feeling the bite, but she doesn’t react other than that.
Zee pulls back, wiping away the blood from his mouth as he closes his eyes and licks his lips. “She’s sure as shit human,” he says under his breath. “Immortals don’t taste that damn good.”
That has me pushing past Gage, but I slam into an invisible barrier instead of making it to Zee. I curse, knowing Gage doesn’t have that spell. A chill settles over the room seconds before Drackus materializes, proving he’s the son of a bitch that just bubbled me.
He smirks, eyeing me like I’m something amusing. He can’t use this spell for long or he’ll go all crazy-eyes and mad.
“Something wrong, pup?” he asks. I really hate that fucking pet name.
Zee’s eyes open, and I ignore Drackus as the night stalker’s eyes fade back down to a different, more natural blue. Even his eyes have changed since Gavin fucked him up.
“It didn’t work,” Zee says, his brow pinching as he loses that fucking look of lust.
“How do you know?” Drackus asks, clearly intrigued as the bubble around me disappears.
I go to Roslyn’s side again, and the second I sit down, she curls against me. Lacing my fingers through hers, I study her, including the wound. But the wound is nothing more than a couple droplets of blood. At least Zee took the time to use his freaky night stalker thing to heal her instead of leaving the wound open.
“I don’t get it,” I mumble. “Is she fey or not?”
“She’s not,” Karma says adamantly. “I’d be able to see it. All I see is human.”
Roslyn smiles in her sleep, stirring just a little, and I run my fingers through her hair.
“Well,” Drackus sighs, “I came here because Ella was trying to convince me to talk sense into Thad.”
I roll my eyes. Did Ella really expect him to do that?
“And?” Zee prompts him.
Drackus shrugs as he nears Roslyn. “And I was curious why she wasn’t changing. Obviously I didn’t tell my granddaughter that. She’ll be going to Calypso next, so you’d better hurry and figure out what’s going on. Calypso is prowling the woods right now in search of more bloodthirsty beings.”
“Where’s Alyssa?” I hear Chaz ask, even though I’m too distracted.
Why isn’t Roslyn accepting venom if she’s human? She can’t be human.
“She and Kane are acting odd,” Drackus answers. “She said she’d call me later when I asked what was going on.”
They start talking and worrying about Alyssa, but I’m too worried about the fragile girl in front of me. Alyssa has Kane and an entire crew of followers to watch after her. Roslyn doesn’t have anyone. Well, she has me now.
“Roslyn,” I whisper, trying to wake her up.
Her smile deepens as a little moan passes through her lips, but she remains asleep.
“So this girl drank your blood, healed, and can’t be turned,” Drackus says, snapping me out of my reverie.