Page 63 of Wolfsbane Hall
“Hello, Viv,” Margot seethed. Celestine intentionally took a back seat in her mind—she wanted to see what the girls had to say to one another—yet her hands were still very much on the reins of control. If Margot tried to kill again, Celestine would step in—or at least, she would try. This was her body and mind; even a demon wouldn’t change that.
Dean had said Celestine was stronger. She’d believe him.
“Don’t call me that.” Margot pushed down the other girl’s shoulders. “It’s Margot, and I am going to destroy you."
“Fine, Margot, but if you are going todestroyme”—she emphasized the word mockingly—“at least can you make it pleasurable. Like that one time at the lake.”
Margot shivered and tightened her legs around Vivian’s core. “I trusted you, and you betrayed me.”
“Betrayed is such a big word.”
“I helped you bury the body of the man you killed while fucking him—”
“Accidentallykilled.”
“I helped you hide your deepest, darkest secret, and you know how you repaid me?”
“With a kiss?”
“Shut up. Shut up.” Margot grasped Vivian by the shoulders and slammed her to the ground. “You did nothing for me. Worse, you told your mother about me and Everett, and you found joy in my demise.”
“I didn’t mean to tell her.” Vivian breathed heavily, hertone dripping with clotted emotions. “I was so angry. I had just caught you kissing Everett and calling him husband after you told me you loved me and wanted to run off with me. I was so angry, I ran home in a tirade, yelling about it, and she overheard. I didn’t realize what I had done until I stopped seeing red.” Vivian gulped. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“But you did.”
“And you hurt me, too.”
“At least you’re not fucking dead.”
“Aren’t I?” Vivian said, looking around the room. “I feel like a walking, breathing corpse—and I may be. Who knows, really?” She shrugged.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Then do it.” Vivian leaned up into the other girl. “Kill me or fuck me. I don’t care which one you choose.”
“I mean it, Viv.”
“And I mean it,Marguerite.”
Theywere lovers, too? Margot and Vivian? Margot and Everett? And Margot and Dean? Was James the only Ashbrook her age she hadn’t pursued in some fashion?
She was just as much of a hussy as Celestine. It wasn’t a bad thing; Celestine believed all people should live without shame and do what they wanted in love. However, it was astounding that the character shared so many similarities with her, despite the many stark differences.
Vivian reached a hand up and curled a blonde lock between her fingers. “He shouldn’t have done this, not a real spir—” Her eyes narrowed further on the strand. “He knows better than this.”
“I am sure he did it because my host has such a weak mind.”
At the words, Celestine pinched the essence living insideher brain with all her might—she was sick of being called weak.
Ouch. Stop that.
“Why would that be the reason?”
“Because as much as he protests, he wants me to stay,” Margot said with a low, sultry voice. “In the vessel of his choosing.”
“Doubtful.”
Margot raised a brow.
