Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
It was a mess.
Two days later, they found his body and he was identified by his roommates.
Besides his death, his words had the worst impact on me. It made my depression worse and my existential crisis critical.
Until a certain bastard came into the picture.
No matter how hurtful Devlin was, Killian had no right to tell him those words that could’ve possibly propelled him to end it all.
While I want to ignore him some more, there must be a story behind his whole encounter with Devlin.
But I’m ready to ghost him and make him lose his mind like he does to me on a daily basis.
Payback is a bitch and so am I, Killian.
“Miss me?”
I flinch at the very familiar voice and a scream bubbles in my throat when I turn around and see who’s standing behind me.
No, no, no…
This must be a play of my imagination. Or maybe I’ve become psychic and started seeing ghosts.
Or else…or else, how could Devlin be in front of me?
He looks different, too. Wearing all black leather like a member of a rock band, his hair is floppy, and his lower lip and nose are pierced.
If I didn’t already know Devlin was an only child, I’d swear this was his evil twin or something.
“D-Devlin?”
“Do you see anyone else here?” Even his voice is different. It’s harsher, like the Devlin from the car that last day.
“But you…” I stare at the cliff and then back at him. “I saw you fall. You fell off the cliff and they found your body…”
“You saw the car fall while you were drugged out of your mind because you’re so trusting, it’s annoying. As for the news about the body, nothing some connections couldn’t take care of, and I lied, I’m not an orphan. My family is pretty much alive, loaded, and associated with the mafia.”
My head crowds with the onslaught of information, unable to keep up.
“You visiting the site of my death is a very touching declaration of love, which would’ve mattered if you weren’t a fucking whore,” Devlin continues in his haughty tone. “You were supposed to let Killian play around with you a little, not take my sister’s place.”
“Your sister?”
“You already met her. Cherry.”
My heart drums harder in my chest. “Why…why would you go to all the trouble of faking your death? Just for the club?”
“The club? No, it’s for fucking power, Glyndon. I didn’t need to be part of the Heathens, since I’m already a Serpent. And do you know what we want? Those fucking Heathens and Elites wiped off the planet. You served as my opening to Landon, which is about the only reason I’d get close to a dull person like you. But then I thought, why not make that fucker Killian part of the equation, too? He likes your type—naive, innocent, waiting for corruption. So I talked about you a little, threw him the bait, and peeked his curiosity. Surprise, surprise. He fell right into it.”
Oh my God. The reason Killian came to this cliff was because of Devlin’s death, wasn’t it? It’s why we met. Because of this…this person I don’t know anymore.
I don’t think I did in the first place.
“It’s time you play your role properly, Glyn.”
He lifts me up by the hair and I shriek as the roots nearly rip, but I don’t focus on that when he drives his fist into my face.
My whole body jerks back as red-hot pain explodes in my nerve endings. My mouth fills with blood and I choke on it.
I attempt to escape from his hold, but he punches me in the ribs, knocking the breath out of my lungs.
“See, they’re all playing nice with each other and I don’t like that. What’s so fun about powerful secret societies if they’re not constantly at war? And I’m not talking about petty fights, night raids, rivals’ week, and the whole boring charade. I’m talking about actual blood, Glyndon, you feel me?”
I gather as much blood in my mouth as I can, then I spit it in his face. “I’m sorry I wasted a tear on you. I thought you struggled with mental illness, but you used my compassion to orchestrate your twisted anarchy. You’ll never get away with this, you sick bastard.”
He wipes the blood with his palm, then raises it and slaps me across the face with enough force to make me see white dots.
“Glyndon, Glyndon, dear fucking Glyndon. Boring, sweet, and absolutely forgettable Glyndon. You’re missing the whole point here. It’s not about whether or not I get away with it, it’s about fucking war. See, when you go running back to Killian, he’ll know we did it, since we’ve been getting on their nerves for a while now. If you go to Landon, the Elites will be after blood. It’ll be even more fun if you get Eli and Creighton involved. Do you hear that?” He cups his ear mockingly. “That’s the sound of a win-win.”