Page 57 of Fangs & Freaks
“Holy shit,” she mutters, her hand flying to her mouth.
“Mine too!” Blackwell blurts.
I whip my head toward him, narrowing my eyes. “What?”
Bellonna groans, smacking his chest. “Not now, idiot.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t keep it in.” He shrugs, utterly unapologetic. “We’re mated too. Happened during the murder spree. Best mating ever. Killing, biting, blood, marking, and sex. Sweet, fast, raw, unadulterated sex. She rode me like I was a prize showhorse.” His eyes take on a faraway look, his grin turning even more ridiculous.
“Unbelievable,” I mutter, shaking my head.
Bellonna ignores the exchange and focuses on Vienna. “Do you feel up to talking? We need to know everything they did, everything they said.”
Vienna hesitates, glancing at me. I squeeze her hand, silently encouraging her.
“They didn’t do much... yet,” she says softly. “They kept saying I was being prepared for something special. They mentioned rituals, power, and... and a curse. Something about their bloodline.” Her voice falters, and she grips the blanket tightly.
Bellonna’s expression darkens. “Well, good thing they’re all dead. Not one Obsidian piece of trash is left breathing.”
Vienna looks at her, eyes wide. “So you’re the infamous Bloody Mary?”
“In the flesh,” Bellonna replies, smirking.
Vienna’s lips twitch faintly, a flicker of amusement breaking through her fear. “Thank you... for saving me.”
Bellonna’s gaze softens. “You’re welcome. But let’s be clear—it wasn’t just for you. I wasn’t about to let his sister suffer.” She tilts her head toward me, her expression unreadable.
The room falls silent, the weight of the night pressing down on us. Vienna exhales shakily, pulling the blanket closer around her.
“You’re safe now,” I say softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “They’re all gone. No one can hurt you anymore.”
Her brows knit together. “All of them?”
Blackwell speaks up, his voice unusually steady. “Every last one.”
Relief floods her expression, and she sinks back against the pillows. “Good,” she whispers, her eyelids growing heavy. “Thank you... all of you.”
“Where’s Warrick?” Bellonna asks.
The question slams into me like a freight train. My heart drops as guilt rises in my chest. I hadn’t even noticed he wasn’t here. I’d been too focused on Vienna. Where is he? Is he okay? Is he upset?
“He said he was going to get someone to bring me something to eat,” Vienna says, her voice laced with uncertainty.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Blackwell
He was supposedto fucking stay with her, not leave her side for any reason. We have fucking prospects that could’ve gotten her food, waited on her hand and foot like a princess.
But leave it to him to rush away from the frail woman as soon as he could. He’s not one for dealing with emotions. Not like I can say much. I’d probably have done the same shit.
Watching Varys comforting his sister, only imagining what she must have just gone through, I decide to give them some time to talk, to allow her an opportunity to speak freely with him without us looming over like watchdogs.
“I’ll go find him. I’m kind of parched myself and need something to drink. Worked up quite an appetite on the mission.” I toss Bellonna a wink and she just smirks. Fuck, I love when she does that.
“I’ll come with you.” Bellonna steps up beside me. “We’ll be right back, Varys.”
He gives a half smile, and nods, before turning his attention back to his sister. My mind drifts to years ago when I was a mortal and had a sister of my own, one I cared for much thesame as Varys does his own. I tried many times to get her to change, but she refused, longing to live a mortal life. I’ve always looked after her family from afar, making sure they were well taken care of, but never letting them know of my existence. My one promise to her.
