“She is your sire’s sire. I know how strong that bond is, and I can see theirs is particularly unbreakable. You are bound to be jealous, especially as it seems your sire has no bond to you,” Other Liv says.
“How do you know that?” Jess asks, slightly worried about where this woman is getting all of her information from.
She shrugs and to Jess’s shock Shifts to Elizabeth right in front of her. “I’m done here. If you will excuse me, I have a date.” She gives Jess a smug look and is about to saunter off when Jess stops her.
“You,” she whispers. “It was you I saw. How long have you been coming here to fuck my sire?” she snarls as the pieces all fall into place.
“Oh, about six months or so,” Other Liv says glibly.
Six months? Jess feels sick. Her stomach churns as she takes that in. He has been lying to everyone for six months about this. She knows now that it wasn’t Liv, she saw that night with him on terrace, but Other Liv. She came here and Shifted to Elizabeth and Devon didn’t resist her. He didn’t tell her to go to Hell, he fucked her instead. And then again and again. Other Liv is watching her with interest. “Oh, you are a jealous little thing, aren’t you?” she says with delight.
Jess shakes her head to clear it. After the initial shock of this news, it has dawned on her that her sire has Substituted his own and everybody knows that Liv has enormous issues with that. She can blow their relationship apart, as Liv will never forgive him for this. Never. A tiny part of her, that she wants to squash, doesn’t blame her. It is vile what Devon has done, but she loves him and has already forgiven him. Liv won’t. She will see this as a massive betrayal and Jess wants to be the one to tell her. But not yet. After their little pissing contest, it will look petty and planned, and not to mention if Devon finds out she was the one who told, he would kill her.
“What are you thinking?” Other Liv asks her. “You have gone awfully quiet.”
Jess scrambles to think of something. No way is she telling of her real thoughts. “Nothing,” she says casually. “I was just surprised why you come here to fuck my sire when you have your own identical one, that is your husband.”
Other Liv sniffs and says, “Your Devon is still so passionate and adventurous and spontaneous. My Devon lost all of those traits a long time ago.”
“And I am sure you had everything to do with that. So, you decide to come after mine and do the same to him? I don’t think so,” Jess says.
“How do you plan on stopping me?” she asks, her blue eyes cold and hard.
“He will come to his senses,” Jess says. “He will dump your ass as soon as he has gotten over the fantasy of you. That’s all you are to him.”
“As he is to me,” Other Liv says. “If you think you can hurt me, you have no idea who you are messing with.”
Jess stares at her for a long time. She is nothing like Liv. She has no real emotions, nothing at all about her that would suggest they were effectively the same person. The only thing they have in common is that they are both manipulative whores. “What is your ‘me’ like over there?” she asks and has the satisfaction of catching her off guard.
“For starters, she isn’t Devon’s charge,” she says, recovering quickly. “She is my sibling.”
Jess already knew that. “Why did Constantine turn me?”
Other Liv regards her and then decides to tell her. “Sebastian asked him to. The two of you were in love, but he didn’t want to become your sire. He wanted you to be his wife without any sire feelings getting in the way. He had been down that road before and it never ended well. He wanted to try something different. When you were badly injured, close to death, a decision had to be made.”
Oh, Christ. That is news! Jess wonders if anyone else over on this side knows that. “I guess it kind of backfired though?” she asks astutely.
She snorts with laughter. “You could say. You become besotted with Constantine, not unsurprisingly. But what is surprising is that he allowed you to. That part I don’t get. He took you from Sebastian, hurting him, you aren’t his type and you are far too young to be with someone like him. I don’t know what he gets out of it.” She looks completely confounded and Jess takes a small bit of offense on her Other’s behalf.
“Well, this has been fun,” she says. “But I have somewhere I’d much rather be.” She smiles evilly and Jess wants to punch her. Other Liv goes into the house like she owns it, through the billiards room and Jess is hot on her heels.
“Next time you come, bring Devon with you,” Jess says slyly. “Maybe he just needs someone he can control to get his spirit back.” Her words have the desired effect and Other Liv stops dead in her tracks.
“Say that again,” she says.
“You heard me,” Jess responds.
“I did. I should burn you at the stake for your insubordination,” she says menacingly.
It gets to Jess, but she’s not backing down. If this woman is so brazen that she won’t hide the fact that she is swanning off with Jess’s sire, she is going to give her something to think about.
“I know he loves his role with you,” Jess says casually. “I know he relishes it when you dominate him, but I know the other side. I know how much mine loves me to submit to him.” She is playing with fire. It is quite apparent that even though they all look alike, there are few other similarities. She has n
o clue as to what tastes Other Devon has. She would be willing to bet though that he wants someone completely submissive after being with this ho for over five hundred years. The look on Other Liv’s face spurs her on. She is getting to her. “I am sure your Devon would love it as well.”
“You keep your slutty hands to yourself,” Other Liv snaps at her and Jess knows she has made a chip in that armor. “You will never get your hands on my husband.” And with that said, she Astrals off. Hopefully back to her World and not upstairs to Devon. She wants to go and check, but right now she has something she has to do. She puts the bottle of poison down on the end table and calls out quietly. “Remiel?”
Jess has been calling for him every single day since she did what he asked her to do. She had only a small job. All she had to do was get everybody out of the house while Cade trapped Liv. It was easy. She gave them all Underworld errands and off they went. There was no one here to help Liv or save her from her fate. She doesn’t think Cade is aware of her part in this plan and she intends to keep it that way. Especially now he has returned and is starting to accept what he is. But Remiel promised her something in return for her aid and she hasn’t got what he promised. Now, more than ever, she needs him to come back and do what he said he would do. “Remiel?” she whispers again, but nothing. Dammit! She grits her teeth and puts a lid on her temper.