Cathedral by Addison Cain

Author:Addison Cain
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Addison Cain

Chapter Five

Disobedient and ego bruised, I broke my promise to Malcom. I didn’t feed.

Not on rats, not on cats…

Not on vampires.

Stomach churning with acid, drenched by the spray of a boiling hot shower, I let the magic of indoor plumbing wash away what had happened in the alley.

Malcom most likely watched me via pinhole cameras, waiting for another sign of weakness he’d taunt me with later—his team monitoring Satan’s daughter for one slip.

Guarding, he’d claim. Watching over a precious asset other vampire rulers desired to collect to serve in their courts.

Fuck modern technology and the all-seeing eye. What need was there for it except to pry?

All I need do was stand in the presence of my father and the devil would see every last thought, mistake, exchange, disappointment that crossed my mind.

Darius could tear the mind apart looking for a memory so remote and useless he’d done it only for his own amusement.

I know this because he’d done it to me.

Water turned off, I stepped from the steam and caught my reflection in the mirror. Nose healed and perfectly straight, scrapes and bruises long gone, any set of outside eyes would see me as pristine now that the deluge had scrubbed away the blood on my face.

Inside I was uglier than the pile of vomit I’d just been fucked next to.

I couldn’t wait for the sun to rise, to burn my skin and promise me in the sting that no other immortal might come near.

The only company I’d have to tolerate was Ethan's plaything. The blonde had been munching a bowl of chips on my $20,000 couch when I’d walked through the door. Without lifting her eyes from the TV, she’d announced, “Ethan said I could stay.”

Well, she was going to be disappointed once she realized he wasn’t coming home tonight. My phone had already flashed with a message stating he had a rendezvous lined up. Just like me, he was getting fucked for his family.

Unlike me, he enjoyed it.

His blue-blooded prick was balls deep in a sixty-year-old pussy who liked flowered hats.

Ignoring the beautiful blonde, satisfied that she hadn’t seen the state of my dirtied dress, I shuffled down my hall and locked my bedroom door behind me.

Head throbbing, I’d bunched up my discarded clothing and tossed them out of sight.

Out of mind.

Like the kitten.

Had I been wearing a blue dress that day?

It was so many years ago, and that horror had been the ugliest moment of my life. Small details I couldn’t recall, but I did remember the sound my skull had made splitting against stone when my father had flung me across the room.

I remembered seeing chunks of my brain spilled out on the floor.

Everything had gone orange, and I could taste grape.

Six years old.

A baby when I’d cuddled my pretty white cat to death.

She’d had a pink bow around her neck. She’d been sweet. And I’d been so hungry. The next thing I knew, the ball of fur wasn’t moving.

So I’d carried her from my glass

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