Gypsy Origins (All The Pretty Monsters Book 3) by Kristy Cunning

Author:Kristy Cunning [Cunning, Kristy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-25T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

VANCE

I’m going to kill Emit, directly after I kill Damien. Then I’m going to kill them again in twenty-eight years when they come back. Then I’m going to punch both their fucking faces when they return the next time.

I’m undecided if I’ll kill them again or not.

I can’t believe they let me walk into that without any semblance of a warning. That’s not the kind of secrets we keep, even when we hate each other.

It’s a big fucking deal that there’s a Portocale gypsy with Neopry Simpleton blood.

She killed those fucking wolves, and Emit stood up and stared us down like a fucking pro. He sold it.

I can’t remember the last time he successfully fucking lied to me.

And this is when he steps up his bloody game?

I skid sideways, taking a turn too sharply, but quickly steady the vehicle, as I barrel down the road.

I passed Arion halfway back. He flipped me the bird while flipping his body over my moving vehicle. Prick can’t drive yet at least, and now I have some gauge of his speed, since I doubt I had that much of a head-start.

It’s not a fun estimation for me, since he truly has gotten impossibly faster, but it’s manageable if I train really fucking hard. It’s pointless to exercise, so I could just replace that time.

Un-fucking-believable.

My brain is so overwhelmed I can’t even think about all the fucked up ways this night has gone, and my mind is working on fifty or more things at once.

I suppose night is over, since the sun is blaring.

I’m debating which weapon to use when I slide sideways into the cabin’s driveway, using the emergency break to sling it around more effectively and rock to a halt.

I’m out of the vehicle with the urgency of abandoning a house fire, and in the fucking cabin real damn fast.

Emit is sitting in a robe, bottles and bottles of Violet’s little gypsy spice scattered around. Of course he’s blitzed. She’s gone, and he’s himself. Damien looks no better, as his half-lit gaze swings to me.

Now I really want to kill them.

I swing my swords out, and Damien snorts.

“Judging by the shock-infused rage, I’m going to hazard a guess that our Van Helsing now knows,” Emit says as he takes a long swig of whiskey straight from the bottle.

“Does he know what we know?” Damien asks as he lifts a finger and gives me a lazy grin.

“That we’re all bigger monsters than we already recognized and that we’re an insult to the word alpha?” I ask dryly.

“He knows what we know,” Damien says with a satisfied nod, sitting back as he drinks his own bottle of something.

“How could you not fucking tell me that?” I bark.

“How could you believe he really killed all those wolves?” Damien fires back.

“You believed it too,” Emit says dismissively.

“She’s a fucking Neopry Simpleton,” I bite out angrily. “That’s something you tell the Van Helsing alpha.”

“If it were anyone but Violet, we would have told you. But knowing gives you an edge I didn’t have,” Damien says like it makes sense.

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