Page 257 of Chaos Kills

“Excuse me?”

“Relax, Astor.” His index finger and thumb lightly pinch my chin. “I was summoned, I came, and now we’re leaving.”

I steal a look at Ozzy, but I’m met with the same amount of nothing that’s always in his blue eyes.

However, he’s completely at ease with the whole thing. But I’m starting to think he’s calm through everything.

Except Travis.

And I’m exhausted from all the peopling.

This would’ve been a perfect night to hang out with Nessa. But, alas, we’re still fighting.

Or not friends.

I’m not sure.

All I know is that it sucks donkey balls.

FIFTY-EIGHT

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I lovehow celebrating the oblivious is becoming a thing around here. I’m starting to believe that, even through my doped-up state, I’m the only one who recognizes how bogus this all is. How my mother’s party is some bullshit scheme to get involved with the Titans again and try to manipulate Bay into helping.

And what’s not helping is seeing Bay in a tight little silver number that hugs those hips and shows off that even more voluptuous ass.

She doesn’t want to be here as much as I don’t want her to be. Nor does she want to involve herself in this, but she’s still gonna fucking do what she wants anyway. With power comes protection and wealth, something she can use to protect her family. She won’t need anything or anyone else, so it’s probably best she rid herself of me now rather than later.

Not that it matters anymore.

I’m not looking for a power play. I’ll follow Cairo and Torin around until their plan begins to break, and Bay decides to wipe us all clear.

Or maybe she’ll show mercy.

However, my attentiveness won’t fall on her. Bay Astor can wipe out anyone else in a room, but it’s the most dangerous pastime after all.

But it only takes one time for me to be burned and the faith and confidence are gone. She promised me she’d never hurt me, and she did anyway. Finding no way to avoid marrying my brother and keeping me faithfully at her side where I enjoyed being.

Though, in the grand scheme of things, she never belonged to any of us. Torin was right when he warded me off and said she was going to be nothing but trouble.

And trouble she was.

It’s funny how I never seem to fully grasp the concept of women and how they would do anything to use someone for their own requirements and discard them just as fondly. I mean, I thought females were supposed to be more empathetic in nature but Astor, nah…she’s seen too much to have that still filtering through her veins.

Yet it doesn’t mean I can’t still dabble from time to time and see what she smells like today. Shake her up a little bit because I’ve noticed that the tables have turned, and my presence is now a hurricane to her world.

It’s like a Vivian knockoff.

You don’t show them any attention, and they crave it more.

I watch her roam around the space, treading purposely out of the giant living space of Lorenzo’s home as she purposely avoids Avena, his wife.

She wants out.

I do, too.

I don’t need to be here, and there are at least six other people I could literally do than hang out with a bunch of middle-aged nobodies in suits and nothing intelligent to say.

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