Page 45 of Scarred Sacrifice
As soon as she’s gone, they turn on me, caging me in. I look between Bernie, Eden, and Betsy. “What?” I ask.
“You know what. What the hell happened in there?” Betsy snaps.
It occurs to me there is someone missing. “Wait, where’s Isabella?” I press. They exchange a look. “What?” I push.
Eden sighs. “It turns out this life wasn’t for her,” Eden states.
“So, what? She set us up? This entire time?!” I fume.
“God, no!” Bernie tuts. “She’s decided to stay at the Hive for a little while.”
I arch my brow. The Hive is the place we set up for those struggling coming to terms with whatever trauma they’ve gone through. “I knew there was more to it,” I state.
Eden nods. “Her night terrors were bad.”
I inhale a long breath before getting to my feet. I wobble slightly, and Bernie grabs my arm to steady me. “I’m okay. I’m going to bed,” I state, finally feeling comfortable in my cookie monster pyjamas.
“We need to talk, and you need to eat,” Eden protests. I reach over the bar and grab a bottle of whiskey.
“All I need is this and sleep. We will go over everything tomorrow, but right now, I just want to crawl into bed,” I confess as I shuffle towards the door.
“Well, at least let me help you.” Eden tuts as she gets to her feet. She links her arm with mine, helping to support me as we make our way down the hall. “Just answer me one thing.” She pauses. “He didn’t do anything else to you, did he?” she asks, concern pouring from her.
I shake my head. “No, just a good old-fashioned beating.” I scoff a laugh.
As we approach my door, we hear grunting. Eden swings open the door to find Nathanial beating Nyx. “Stop!” I yell, pushing forward as fast as I can. Nathanial stands there, his knuckles busted and his chest heaving as he glares down at Nyx. Eden pushes Nathanial away and I slowly lower myself onto the couch, checking Nyx over. His lip is split, his eye is swelling, and his hand lays on his gut. I lift his shirt, seeing a boot shaped bruise forming on his stomach. “You need to get out,” I growl.
“Fine, I’m sorry. I was just so angry seeing what he did to you,” Nathanial defends.
I glare at him. “He didn’t do anything to me! He carried me out of there. Everything else is to be discussed. Anyway, what happens to me, to the club, is none of your business. You are a lap dog! All of this is club business, do you understand? This is my club, our club,” I say, pointing to Eden. “We have rules: you don’t like them, then there is the door!” I yell.
Nathanial glares at me. “I’m sorry,” he grits through his teeth.
“Go get yourself washed up. We will talk tomorrow,” Eden orders. Nathanial sculks out of the room. “I will bring the alcohol and an ice pack.” She nods, giving me a tight smile.
I nod before sitting back down next to Nyx. I reach for my whiskey that I put down and open it, taking a long glug, feeling Nyx’s gaze on me. I wince as it burns, but then I hold out the bottle to him.
He takes it, taking a long pull. “Your friends sure have a funny welcome, or is this the interrogation I should expect?” he asks.
I take the bottle from him and take a sip. “Nah, I use jumper cables. He was just playing with you,” I joke. He grunts, wincing as he holds his ribs. “I’m sorry,” I state.
Nyx’s eyes, or well, his good eye goes wide. “I didn’t think you knew those words,” he mutters.
I flip him off. “None of what he did was okay, especially while you’re cuffed to the pipes. This isn’t how I run things,” I tell him.
“Run things?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Not today. I’m exhausted and I just want to sleep. Tomorrow, after I’ve had at least a bucket of coffee, then I will give you hell. You will bite back, and enemies can resume. Tonight we are just frenemies.” I smirk.
He nods. “Frenemies. So does that mean I can be uncuffed?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Absolutely not. I still don’t trust you and I still don’t know who you are,” I state.
“Same goes for you, Mor,” he says, calling me by my real name.
“It’s Morrigan,” I confess.
“Morrigan. As in the goddess of war and death?” he asks with a smirk.
