Chapter 18
After dressing and brushing my hair out, I stepped out of the bathroom and into a scene straight out of a movie. I hadn’t fully paid attention to the gore and carnage in my room
before, but I couldn’t ignore it now. The bodies were thrown about, necks ripped open,
hearts torn out, or daggers sticking out of their chests.
Damien was leaning against my desk, wearing a new suit with a red tie, his foot right next to one of the men he killed. He was reading through a stack of paperwork as if he wasn’t surrounded on all sides by blood and dead bodies.
I looked over at Dana’s body, her eyes wide open, staring blankly at where I was when I stabbed her. Her face still held an expression of surprise. She didn’t think I had the ability to kill her, but she should have known. If you push someone hard enough they would either push back, or tuck their tail and cower. But I was never one to cower.
“Misses Bast, what else would you like me to pack?” Sam said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to him, blinking a few times to clear my mind. Sam was standing by my dresser with a few packed suitcases, and one open on the bed. I hadn’t paid much mind to him before, but as I looked at him now, I realized how attractive he was. He was only a few inches shorter than Damien, but still towered over me. He had shortcut blonde hair with deep blue eyes, and an unnaturally beautiful face. His overall appearance was much more welcoming than Damien’s. Where Damien was gorgeous but terrifying, Sam was beautiful but friendly or, so he seemed.
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Damien saw the way I was taking in Sam’s appearance, and took me into his arms, standing between Sam and I, his eyes flashing red. “Kitten, what else would you like to bring with you?” he asked me, trying to sound soft, but his voice betrayed him as his jealously was evident.
“Just my clothes, there’s nothing else here I care about.” I said as I put my head against his chest, sighing heavily.
“Sam.” Damien said over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off of me as he took my hand and led me over the bodies, out of the room.
“Yes, Sir.” Sam said, picking up the suitcases and following us out of the room.
“Aren’t you going to take care of that?” My mother shrieked, standing in front of us, at the
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base of the stairs.
Damien began to reply, but stopped once I squeezed his hand. “Take care of it yourself.” I spat at her, looking over at my father who was sitting at the table, counting money. It was no doubt the money Dana had given them.
“And where the hell do you think you’re going?” She asked me, noticing Sam standing
behind us, carrying my suitcases.
“Away from you.” I said and shoved her hard, making her fall on the ground. My father jumped up and ran to her side, making sure she was okay before looking at me, not even trying to hide the hatred in his face. 1
“You putrid whore! Who do you think you are?”
I took Damien’s hand and continued out the door to where his car was parked. There was another expensive car parked behind his, where Sam put my luggage and drove it to Damien’s house. “Do we have to go now?” I asked him as he opened the passenger side door for me.
“No, where would you like to go?” He asked me as he got in beside me, and buckled me in.
“I don’t know, but I want to be outside.” I responded. He nodded and started driving, without another word. “Damien, in the shower earlier you said you couldn’t, not yet. Why not?”
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