Ruby was still observing, now rather calmly, but her patience was likely running out. Rae knew she didn’t have much time left. Standing, she wound her arm back, shut her eyes, and brought the heavy, silver brush down against the side of her head.
Crack went her skull. Splat went her blood. And the corner of the room was as painted as a Jackson Pollack art piece. Her palm opened loosely, dropping the brush onto the fine rug beneath their feet. Frantically coming to terms with her actions, Rae huffed and let out a nearly inaudible squeal. She hadn’t planned on any of this, but her emotions had gotten the best of her.
She dropped to the floor and cupped her sister’s frail head, plugging the small cracks that leaked the most blood. Turning away, she scoured the room for anything to cover up her tracks. She was fucked, and she knew it, but she would run. Yes, run as far as her feet would carry her. It was her only option.
First, she’d head to the barn. If what she’d seen was real, she’d be safe. If it was all an elaborate trick of the mind, well… she didn’t even want to go there.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry,” Rae cried and tapped against her face.
Ruby was in rough shape. Her fingers twitched like a rodent’s sordid whiskers. Her eyes rolled back until they reflected white with reddening capillaries. Of course, her mouth twisted into a smile, but it wasn’t of her own accord.
“I killed her,” Rae murmured. “I killed my own sister.”
There was no time for grieving. Although it wasn’t exactly a six-foot hole to bury her in, the rug was the best choice to cover her crimes. She rolled her sister into the woven throw, smearing the regal images of animals dancing and trotting between the tall, designed trees. It made her think about their hunting trip together and realize she didn’t have to be an icon if she didn’t want to be. She could escape, be faceless again like she was before Cassian woke her from his artificial dreams.
She reached around her sister’s body and patted her down. With no pocket unturned, she found a set of keys, which she thought might come in handy. She also found a small blade. She could have done with a pistol or rifle, but the blade was satisfying enough, and she particularly admired the carved bird on the handle.
After her sister was tucked and rolled neatly, it took some strength to push the heavy body underneath the bed. She inspected every nook and cranny for blood, excess fluids, hair strands, and even saliva then cleaned and scraped what she could. Even scrubbed the walls until they were white again.
The cleaning must have taken an hour. The night was growing older, so she ran toward her window and lowered herself, hanging delicately like a bunch of pale lilac. It was at least a twelve-foot drop, but she had no time to spare. At this point, the threat of pain meant very little to her.
“The things I do for my family.”
Luckily, she fell into a mild shrub that acted as a rough pillow. It tore her dress open, but she didn’t mind being naked. The whole world had seen her delicate parts. When she was stripped, she felt freer than the rest of the world. Both peasants and rulers, slaves and omegas, were required to wear clothes. But Rae was different. People let her get away with the wildest things.
She was an icon.
The air tickled her neck and back, but it felt rather warm than icy cold. It may have been wrong of her to feel excitement, but the moon reflected a brighter light than the inside of her chambers, and the soil beneath her feet felt incredible without shoes on.
It reminded her of the freedom she felt with them.
Slowing down, she came close to the barn. She pressed her hand against the damp wood. A crack of thunder rang out above her head, and the quick trickling of water sank into the slopes of her shoulders. Body tense, she let out a squeal. Soon enough, she heard the barking of dogs. They would find Ruby soon, but when they saw that the queen was missing, they would comb the entire countryside.
Although Rae was frightened by what she might find on the other side of the barn, she took slow and methodical steps forward. She was determined to see who was there, if anyone. Soundlessly gliding across the dirt, she finally reached the front opening of the rickety building and heard a noise.
“I think about her every second.”
Rae’s heart fluttered. She wanted to extend her wings and scream mightily into the heavens. She recognized that voice. Vash!
Locking her eyes shut, she enjoyed the manly scents wafting into her nostrils from nearby. Now, she could feel them, taste how they once tasted, and her pussy dripped the sap she had been waiting to feel for years. It
was like she was born again.
Through the open crack of the barn door, she stared at the men as if she could barely recognize them. They were so different. Bushy and unkempt, they must have suffered brutalities she could only dream of. Well, so had she. But now, they could reunite and tame the beasts that led them into their massive cages.
She tiptoed into the barn and carried the biggest smile when she stopped in front of Killian. His eyes peered into the nicks in the ceiling above. The stars shone bright enough to cover his face in a magical light. It took a few seconds, but Killian twisted, trying to stand. Rae leaned forward and put the stolen blade to his throat as a joke.
“Sit up and shut your mouth, filth.”
It was the first thing she thought to say, and she ended it by jamming her muddied toes onto his lip. Of course, the three alphas jumped from their near-slumber.
“You—you— It’s really you!” Killian exclaimed.
Lucas lunged forward and caught against the tight pull of his chains. “How… my God…”
Rae stood tall, thighs perfectly naked and set apart. Her body, soft and subtle like an untold secret, curved in front of their eyes, and she quickly felt the flood of longing, deep lust carrying dewy slick toward her pussy lips, now pulsating for their pleasure.
Confidently, she fell to her knees, immediately ready to please her men, the ones she had been begging God would choose to save her again, night after night. Obedient and hypnotized, allowing for their command and penetration, she not only pleaded for them, she crawled and laid her lips against the top of Killian’s pelvis as he rose above her. She kissed his muscular skin, tenderly suctioning as any pet should.