That’s not okay.
Did I not make it clear about the part where she only gets us? Perhaps I should have gotten it in writing, but I know I made it clear she needed to work on the other three before me. Not some other fucking— The door flies open, and I look up as Emit, Damien, and Vance stroll into the room.
“Did I or did I not tell you to take Violet home?” I ask Damien.
He gives me a bored look before taking a seat. “Easily forgotten I may be, but I still don’t think I should be left out of this conversation.”
“You and I have yet to have our conversation. Vance and Emit have already made their feelings quite clear,” I state through strain, desperately resisting the urge to go see what wanker has somehow landed himself in Violet’s home.
I give both, the silversmith and the wolf, a pointed look.
Vance glares at me.
“Beating Vance’s ass makes your vampires bolder. Careful, Arion. You’ll have all that beta drama you like to mock me for. We’ll see how easy it is for you to kill off your favorites when they push back,” Emit tells me, eyes on mine.
“My heart wasn’t in it,” Vance lies, glancing idly around the room like he’s not overly impressed with the modern improvements.
“Still a pompous prick, I see. Tell me, did you wear a blood shirt tonight or not? That’ll speak of your intentions,” I drawl.
His lips tug at one corner of his mouth as he pockets his hands.
“And as for my favorites, I push back much harder. They know it. Unlike yours,” I go on, eyes back on the weak wolf. “It’s a matter of time before you realize it, old friend.”
“Careful with that word. Let’s not confuse burying the past once again for forgiveness, and certainly not for friendship,” the predictable wolf says in a quiet, warning tone.
“What half-cocked plan was it to allow two packs of yours to come onto my land and attack me in my home?” I ask him, watching as he bristles. “If Violet hadn’t been there, there would have been no other out for me but to kill them. You put me in these positions, and you expect me to cower the way you do so often. Then you hate me when I act like the monster I am,” I add in just as quiet of a tone.
“You used Violet as an out?” Damien scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You’re toying with her for one reason, and you used the situation to your advantage.”
“Violet is the sweet gypsy I can get at any time. She’s young, easily charmed, and incredibly lonely. I mean, Vance got her into bed.”
They all narrow their eyes on me, and I smirk.
“Oh, you can all stalk her, but I can’t?” I ask in a droll tone that has Damien cracking his neck to the side.
“Her ghost friend Anna was dying, and she used Violet’s body for one last day of feeling human,” Vance tells me like he’s talking down to me.
“Anna died?” I ask, heaving out a groan.
Damien studies me for a second before nodding.
“Wasn’t that her only friend?” I ask on a tired sigh.
It’s not as though they’ll guess my impossible secret.
“She’s taken up with Emit’s omegas while she pauses the pain. It’s something she does—pauses her emotions. Apparently she was raised not to mourn, fear, be angry, or have any powerful emotion for too long or it could get her killed,” Vance says, clucking his tongue as he looks down and picks a piece of lint off his sleeve.
“Yes, but what robot can actually do that?” Emit asks.
Vance shrugs, never looking up as he tweaks each button on his sleeve, and then he begins taking off his jacket, always finding ways to twitch when he suppresses the urge to hunt.
Some things never change.
“She does it subconsciously. She reacts to each situation by listening and questioning when she can. She fights as a last resort, to the best of what I can tell. She’s not very good at killing things, and she never really talks about things once they’re over.”
“The girl has emotions. I’ve seen them,” I point out.
“We’re supposed to be discussing you not crossing any lines that put me in difficult situations,” Emit says, seeming to bat away our distracting tangent.
“Do your job as alpha, or get the Van Helsing to step up for you, so that I never feel the need to have to.”
Vance and Emit both glare at me, as Damien leans up, putting his elbows on his knees.
“Mine were under control and weren’t turning anyone,” Damien tells me coldly. “The law stood in place if they stepped out of line, and you knew it. You made this personal because Emit and I had no choice but to kill Theon—”
“You did have a choice. That lad had stood by me when all of you turned your backs, and you still chose to stab a stake through his heart,” I say as a chill flits into the room, seriousness taking over.
My monster lingers near the surface, but I don’t show it. It’s like wrestling for control after decades of such unrest.
“You gave him too much slack, and he knew far too much,” Vance says in a steady tone, moving through the room when his restlessness begins to stir. “I spared him over and over, and you failed to do your part, because you refused to see the betrayal he posed.”
“No worse than any betrayals you lot have committed towards me over the long centuries,” I state coldly. “Yet here I am, not killing you either. Betrayals are judged based on loyalties. At the end of the day, he broke the law, and you killed him. Just as I killed your rabid beasts for living outside the parameters of the law,” I say, looking pointedly at Emit before swinging my gaze to Damien, “Same for your leeches. Then I was punished for the same crime you two had already committed. Does the law only apply to vampires?”
“One beta was all we killed for a very sacred law, after multiple warnings,” Damien says, holding up his index finger. “Hundreds of our people were brutally slain without warning.”
This devolves into several tangent arguments, and all of us pointing out the other’s hypocrisies. I lift my phone and call Violet, listening to her answer and demand, once again, to know who’s calling, as a male’s snore drones on in the background. I hang up immediately.
My gaze cuts to Damien, while there’s a short pause in the argument that will never end, and I glare at him.
“Violet is at her house with another man because you left her unattended,” I inform him, pretending not to know about her father.
Mostly because I’m tired of this argument and I want to talk about Violet now.
He bats a dismissive hand. “Her father is in town.”
“Are you positive it was only her father snoring in the background?” I ask, stirring the pot. “I called earlier and she mentioned someone else was there. I don’t feel lucky enough to assume it was another female.”
He tenses, and Emit starts talking.
“I need assurances you’ll stick to your own territory and keep your nose out of wolf—”
“She doesn’t know any other men outside of us. At least not in town,” Damien says like he’s arguing with my suspicions.
“She told the bloke he’d best not be a monster, or something to that effect,” I carry on, talking over the Van Helsing and the wolf.
That has Damien and Vance bristling in their seats.
“Who was she talking to? Was that also her father?” I ask, feeling more and more anxious about this, and I then shoot a pointed look to Damien. “You should have stayed with her.”
The wolf shakes his head like he’s been derailed. “Assurances, Arion,” Emit states, trying to steer me back on topic. “I need you to assure me—”
“There is the ex, but why would he randomly show up at her house? But she was so secretive with him that she didn’t even mention her gypsy roots. I find it unlikely she’d be mentioning monsters around him,” Vance adds, pulling up his phone like he’s reading the information that he gathers about her and keeps on that device.
I won’t lie; I learned more about her when I was reading the notes they took than I did when she was spilling her whole life story to me on her bed.