Cruel Black Hearts_A Dark Reverse Harem Romance by Candace Wondrak

Author:Candace Wondrak [Wondrak, Candace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen - Stella

I supposed I could’ve had Edward pick me up at the house, but I still wasn’t sure if I wanted him to know where I lived. There was something off about him, beneath the dimpled smiles and the easy way he had with me. I knew he was hiding something, and I desperately wanted to know what.

Guess I was drawn to the freaks.

I met Edward at the bar right at seven, and I instantly felt Lincoln’s presence too. It didn’t take me long to see he sat in a booth with another woman—a college girl from the look of her. But it was fine. I didn’t care. I didn’t think I liked Lincoln as much as I liked Edward. My feelings were…hard to differentiate, because I’d never had feelings like them before.

So for the short while Edward and I remained at the bar, I focused on the man beside me, completely ignored the one with other girl. I definitely ignored Lincoln as he and the girl sauntered out of the bar, slipping out into the dark night air without so much as a word to Edward.

“I was surprised you wanted to see me again,” Edward was busy saying, his stare watching me, waiting for my reaction. As was usual, two dimples sat on his cheeks, a weapon he probably used to disarm his conquests.

I, I realized, was just another notch on his bedpost. Why did the thought bother me so much?

“Why?” I asked, sipping my pop.

“Sometimes I can go a little overboard,” Edward spoke with a brilliant, dazzling smile. He was a handsome man, and his looks would make anyone’s stomach flip. Even mine. “I was worried I scared you off.”

“It takes a lot to scare me off,” I said, eyes falling to the bar counter, at the chipped and dirty wood. “I don’t scare easily.” The truth.

We went on for a few more minutes like this—Edward trying to pry into my mind and find out why I was so tough when my body was practically the size of an eighth grader. I knew he probably thought I should scare easily, considering my size and the fact I was a woman in today’s age, where rapes and murders happened all the time and were constantly on broadcast, no matter what the station. Good news was a thing of the past.

Edward couldn’t possibly realize how much I didn’t fear death or pain. Pain was…almost elusive to me. I hardly felt it. And as for death? Death came for us all eventually; why bother fearing it when it would come anyway?

And why would someone so fascinated with death and the macabre fear it? I was one of the few who welcomed it, and it showed in my writing. If I was a crybaby about those things, my articles would be stilted and just like the rest of the news.

As much as my parents would scold me for it, I would welcome death with open arms if it came to me.

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