Page 71 of Sleepless Beauties
“Can she still be a badass if she’s dead? Because that’s what Zavia will do to her if Creature Control investigators riffle through our house and Rival turns out to be innocent.” Prey’s head shakes back and forth like the good little prep boy he is.
“And you’d rather she died without a fight in the cemetery? You’d want to bury her just like you did Kyra?”
My mouth falls open.
“You buried Kyra?” I ask, gripping his wrist in an instant to stop him from his busy work with my fucking face.
A scent like smoke and sugar explodes right next to him. The vampire swings without thought. His fist and wet rag collide with the hard jaw line of a mysterious demon prince.
“Yes, do tell how you buried Kyra in a used up hole in the ground without so much as a goodbye Lassie from her family.” My Prince leans against the croft I’m sitting on and rests his head against his hand, ignoring the light drip of blood slipping from his lower lip.
“Stop trying to get Kira to kill me next,” Prey whispers with a hard pull of his down turned lips. “Rivale asked me to bury her. And really… I didn’t like the idea of someone she didn’t trust giving her her final resting place.
“Final resting place,” My Prince mocks in that high-pitched girl voice he likes so much. “As if any of you ever rest. Even after death.” He rolls his bright blue eyes so hard I’d swear he were demonically possessed if he wasn’t already demonic royalty.
“I believe you,” I whisper suddenly and all three of them snap their attention to me. “What? I do.”
“Why?” Prey asks on the quietest voice.
My heart kicks up as I look at him and the cruel disbelieve lining his face.
“Because you’re my mate and I know when you’re lying, Prey,” I say.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he shifts his attention to the ground.
A tension pulls tightly between us and all I want is a hint of decency between us. Mates doesn’t have to be lovers. But I truly want some form of friendship with my sister’s closest friend.
She trusted him.
I want that for us too.
“Being someone’s mate doesn’t mean anything, Pretty Human,” he tosses the rag down at my side and strides away from me.
“You’re afraid,” My Prince speaks loudly and clearly, letting his accusation crawl the walls around us. “You’re afraid she’ll never want you just like everyone else in this fucked up little society. Humans are beneath them but vampire’s assistants, they’re just barely above humans, aren’t they?”
“Wow. Demon man woke up from imprisonment and chose violence,” Aston says under his breath.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Prey level’s his stance in front of the demon and I just know the two of them will end up with more fists thrown if we’re not careful.
“If you’re not afraid,” My Prince tilts his head slowly with a smile carving up his face, “then kiss her.”
“Wwhat? I’m sorry, what?” Aston interjects and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him stunned.
And I agree.
“Our lives are not a RomCom for you, DP. I’m so sorry.” I fold my arms as I look at the demon but for some reason snickers, actual snickers of laughter, are shaking out of him.
“Did you just call me DP?”
“You won’t tell me your name. I’m just going to have to go with Demon Prince and that feels incredibly weird to say.”
“And you thought DP was the better option,” My Prince says and all three of them are giggling like a lunch line of little girls.
“What is the big damn deal with DP? What?”
“Nothing. No. I love it. Definitely call him DP. It’s just the penetratingly accurate is all.” Aston’s nodding harder and harder.
What?
