Horror of Your Heart by M. Sinclair

Author:M. Sinclair [Sinclair, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Lorcan

Once I was away from the boys, I found Cormac. He had already lined up several lines of cocaine and heroin. I did several and wiggled my nose before looking over the party. The speakers vibrated with music. People were well on their way to getting high or drunk. I planned on playing tonight and then drinking until I couldn’t see straight. I wanted away from Momon’s words. I hated him. I wanted away from Toris’s memories. I hated him. I wanted away from all of this. I hated this confusion and turmoil.

It was the first real emotion I had felt in a year. Hatred.

I breathed it in before trying to cut it off but was interrupted.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked in a low voice, causing both Cormac and I to still.

I frowned while looking up into those pretty eyes.

“Am I okay?”

“Yes, are you?” His dark hair was mussed and loose. Cormac chuckled with a sad sigh.

“Shit. When was the last time someone asked that?”

I frowned. “I have no idea. Yeah, I’m fine though.”

Dean grasped my hips and pulled me into him without preamble. I lifted my arms off his shoulders before sliding into the embrace, my heart beating rapidly like the love-starved kitten it was. My arms were still up as if I didn’t know how to hug because, frankly, I didn’t.

Dean held me like I mattered. Offensive moisture slid down my cheeks and Dean leaned back with a frown. I was frozen and it seemed to make him concerned. My reaction concerned him.

“Why are you crying?” he asked quietly.

Cormac nodded. “That you are, sis. That you are.”

Violet showed up and kissed his cheek.

“Hey, handsome, need anything?”

Cormac looked down at Violet and he offered a sad smile. I wasn’t positive what he said, but the two of them walked off together. It seemed our influence had struck again. Poor Violet.

When was the last time someone had given me a hug?

“Talk to me,” Dean’s voice demanded softly.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly after startling at his voice.

Dean tilted my chin up in a demanding fashion. “You and I are having a talk tomorrow about your choice of friends.”

“What?” I asked confused. I didn’t have friends.

“Mimi and Trey told Desmond and Rhett that they wanted you to die. That it is beautiful watching you die.”

I nodded in confusion. “Yeah, I know.”

Dean’s jaw clenched. “Do you understand how fucked up that is?”

I shook my head. “You still don’t understand. No one loves Cormac or me. They literally can’t. Sure, we are coveted and kept, but not loved. People would rather die than see us kept by someone that would keep them away. We tend to make people possessive.”

“Why can’t people love you?” He snarled while beating that dead horse. I was giving him as much as I could without admitting my truth. But, maybe not. I closed my eyes and considered giving him more.

“Dean, by now you have figured out we can manipulate people’s emotions. Our pheromones make people possessive and turned on.

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