Page 50 of Alice and Her Shifters (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 2)

“Are you sure you want to go with that?” I asked.

He stopped walking but kept his back to me. “Honestly, you are quite a suspicious fellow. What’s that saying? Don’t throw stones if you live in a glass house? That sounds about right. Perhaps, you should leave things you don’t know anything about alone.”

“I’m suspicious? Gee, I wonder why that is?” I asked, his voice was coated in sarcasm.

“What are you talking about?” Allison asked sounding like she was losing her patience. “And don’t you dare hold up a finger to me again.”

“I was hoping Milo would fill us in. After all, this whole thing has been one shoddy decision after another, hasn’t it?” I asked, pointedly staring at the back of Milo’s head.

“Not this again,” he said, sounding annoyed.

“Yes, this again,” I said. I refused to back down. My intuition was right. Something was off, and Milo was behind it all.

“Someone care to fill me in, please?” Allison asked. She crossed her arms over her chest and switched her beautiful, glaring blue eyes between me and Milo.

“You’re still hiding something,” I said to Milo. “I know you are.”

“Is that so?” Milo turned to face me. “You know, do you? Tell me, if you know, then perhaps you should be the one sharing.”

I sucked a hot breath through my nose and stormed forward, fists clenched at my side. “You need to consider being upfront with your plan so that someone doesn’t get killed because you wanted to hold on to your secrets!”

My vision was filled with red. I gripped the man by his shirt and gave him a firm push. He stumbled backward, and I continued to push him. It pissed me off more that he managed to stay on his feet.

“You’ve been withholding information this entire time. This whole thing stinks of a trap.” I pointed at him. “You reek of betrayal.”

He laughed and started pushing me back. “Tell me how you truly feel, Calvin. You’re the one who is the thief. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even have your head right now. So, do continue to explain to me how I’m worse than you.”

“You’re right. I’m a thief. At least I have some common decency and my scores have never gotten anyone else killed. How many of us are going to get killed to suit your agenda, Milo?” I threw a punch, landing squarely on the side of his nose.

Milo stumbled backward, clutching his face. His eyes watered, and blood trickled around his fingers. “You broke my nose. I’m impressed.”

“You deserve much more than a broken nose, you lying, callous bastard!” I screamed and charged for Milo.

Milo ducked out of the way the second before I socked him again. He kicked my side. A sharp pain ripped through my ribs, and I wrapped an arm around myself as I gasped for air. Each breath I took in was a painful replay of the kick.

He smirked at me as I glared at him. Smug asshole. He didn’t deserve Allison.

“Every damn step we made on this journey was orchestrated by you. Did you honestly think I was blind enough not to take notice?” I asked. “Did you honestly think I would allow you to put Allison in danger like that?”

Milo adjusted his nose with a resounding pop and then sighed. “Is that what you wanted to hear, Calvin? That I’m leading you all into a trap?”

“I want the truth!” I screamed.

He shook his head and spat out blood. He settled his gaze on me. “Fine. Then you’re right. I am leading you all into a trap. I had so wanted it to be a surprise just to have the chance to see your faces when it all dawns on you. Glad you had to go and ruin all of my fun.”

“You’re not being serious, are you?” Allison asked.

I switched my gaze to her. She seemed shocked, surprised, and the way her eyes glittered made me believe she was slightly heartbroken on top of it all.

Milo leveled his gaze on her. “I’m insulted you had to ask. In fact, I’m insulted by this whole damn argument. I don’t have all the answers, you fools. I am making shit up as we go. I want this done and over with about as much as the three of you do, if not more. The last thing I want is to let her,” he pointed at Allison, “get hurt. I have morals, contrary to popular opinion.”

“I don’t believe you,” I said.

“Why?” Allison asked.

I turned my attention to her. “Because he is a Cheshire. They are notorious for being devious. They orchestrate and plot against those who oppose them, and sometimes, those who don’t. All for a little fun. They get off on torture and manipulation.”

“It’s my bread and butter,” he said, sarcasm filling his words.

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