Page 8 of Her Blood Revenge

The room is suddenly silent, and we all share a breath of relief she’s finally awake. That finally, the screaming has stopped.

Her eyes are barely slits as they take in the sight of us.

And there’s that hatred I’ve come to dread.

Her chest rises and falls. Sweat coats her pale skin.

I bet that if she were up for it, the hate fuck we could get from her would be intense. Better than what we got in theforest the last time she let us touch her. But we all know better than to try anything right now.

Pix slides her knees beneath her. Her blinks are slow and heavy from the many bottles of fae wine she’s drunk, and she sways a little.

But she’s got us all in her sights.

‘You were having a nightmare,’ Shaw says. ‘We were trying to help.’

‘You’remy fucking nightmare,’ she slurs back.

‘She speaks.’

She’s probably too drunk to remember her vow of silence, but it’s good to hear her talk nonetheless.

She looks down at her arm. At the bruises and swelling.

‘It’s broken.’ Shaw’s brow hitches condescendingly. As if saying this wouldn’t have happened if she had just let him use his dream dust. He holds out his wrist. ‘Drink from me. Fix it.’

She stands slowly, the silk sheet slipping from her, revealing her naked body beneath. There’s no shyness anymore. No modesty. She doesn’t give a fuck about any of that, and I don’t mind one bit. She stands tall, knowing she’s nothing short of a goddess in our eyes. I think she wants us to overstep. To try and take her so that she could have another reason to hate us.

‘You broke my arm?’ she asks. ‘What were you trying to do to me as I slept?’

‘Youbroke your arm,’ Shaw replies. ‘You had a nightmare and lashed out. If you just let us help you through this, it would be much easier for you.’

‘You want to help me?’ she repeats, her words soft and sweet. Now we’re in trouble. She takes a step closer, her backstraightening as she emphasises her bare breasts. ‘Why? Because youloveme?’

Shaw doesn’t reply. He hasn’t repeated his sentiments since the night of that disastrous attempt at breaking our curse. He laid his black heart bare, and she basically spat on it. He won’t repeat the same mistake.

I’m not too bothered. I’ll tell her how I feel all day, every day. I’ll show her how much I want her.

She can’t be pissed forever, and when we break down her walls and get her back, it will be even sweeter when we make her pay for this torment she’s putting us through.

Pix walks towards him, and the two are toe-to-toe. Her head tilts all the way back to keep him in her sights. The tips of her hair reach the top of her arse, and she’s so fucking cute as she stands up to him.

She raises her broken arm between the two of them. He refuses to look at it.

Idon’t like this. That nasty little smile growing on her pretty lips means trouble.

It always means trouble.

‘You don’t like seeing me hurt, Dream Walker?’ she asks in that same fake sweetness, pouting out her lower lip.

There’s Sinthia. That childish whine. That insincere vulnerability. It brings bile to my throat.

‘You know I don’t,’ Shaw replies.

‘Shaw…’ I warn. ‘I think you should back off.’

‘Or what?’ he jeers, stepping forward and towering over her as she keeps on smiling. ‘What are you going to do, Pixie?’ He twirls his finger around the chain wrapped around her dainty little neck before giving it a slight tug to urgeher nearer. Their noses touch. He frowns. She smiles. ‘You can’t take on all three of us.’

‘I don’t have to. I just have to hurt you the only way I know how.’

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