Chapter 16 KILLIAN
KILLIAN
Fighting Finn for dominance had been a chore.
He kept trying to push Dark or Daemon through but our men needed me, the alter they first met and fell in love with.
The fact that he had chosen this moment to give me back the reins, seconds before we were pushing outside into the hall wasn’t great.
After Jade had cleaned up and left, Finn so graciously left me outside of that drab room, trying to make me see this his way.
The problem was that he loved too hard in a way that was going to get us all killed or locked up.
Sure, Nyla had disrespected me but killing her and using Jade so that she’d be implicated in all this shit later was ridiculous.
The fucker throwing us into a deep sleep so that I woke up with my arms wrapped around our shredded creation was worse.
Finn had started cackling, saying that it gave ‘sleeping like the dead’ a whole new meaning.
Bastard. And now I was being smothered by my men who were stuffing me back into the room I had just escaped.
Panic sat at the edge of my mind but not because of Finn’s unhinged ass.
Because waking up to a dead body was not my idea of fun.
Her lifeless eyes staring into my soul were something I wasn’t going to be able to forget for a long fucking time.
So, I clung to my cannibal, admiring the blond hair before burying my face into his chest. Aeron continued whispering in my ear that I was okay, that everything would be alright, that he got me but I wasn’t focused on that.
I was focused on the other two’s reactions, hoping that they wouldn’t look deeper into this scene than they had to.
I pulled away from Aeron just enough to catch the admiration on Slash’s face.
Does he like it?
Ask him if he likes it!
Fuck, maybe I should just come out
and ask myself, Killian.
I wanna ask if him if he-
You’re going to fucking destroy us all with a stunt like that. Forcing Killian out like that? We’re going to die from you doing something so incredibly stupid.
Of all people, it should have been me or Daemon.
Maybe you should start asking
Killian more questions, hmmm?
He’s not as innocent
as you make him out to be.
I ignored their little spat, not wanting to let Dark and Daemon know what was currently running through my head.
They’d find out eventually. Dealing with Finn for as long as I had, Dark and Daemon had been a welcome addition.
Now that Finn was running amuck all over again, trying to shove him into the void from before wouldn’t be as easy.
A little sigh fell from my lips as Aeron continued to hold me, my attention falling to Samael. The man was laser-focused on Nyla or what used to be her sprawled across the couch. It didn’t take a genius to understand what had taken place in this room and I meant more than just the dismembering.
The sex.
Cum and blood were mixed together, splattered across her body and the couch and the floor. Finn had had a little too much fun and I had to shift in Aeron’s arms to hide the growing bulge in my pants. I was a sick, sick bastard.
Yeah, you are.
Fuck off, Finn.
Recognition flickered in the cop’s face, his expression hardened as he turned those nearly black eyes on me. I almost wet my pants and came at the same time. “Killian, is that the fucking girl you work with?”
Silence spread through the room as I fought the urge to bury my face back into Aeron’s chest. Playing into this innocent personality was becoming impossible.
Not because I wasn’t innocent but because Finn and I were much more the same person than we used to be.
He might have believed he was first, that I was only a mask but that was impossible. Not with everything that I knew.
A tremble ran down my spine, adrenaline still coursing through my limbs. My cock was hard, I was anxious, and a torrent of emotions was warring through me from the three alters trying to figure me out.
Why are you not freaking out, Primrose? Last time shit happened, I appeared.
What am I supposed to do, Daemon? Scream?
That wasn’t the right response but it was the only one I had. Dead bodies didn’t terrify me. My father was the fucking chief of police and my boyfriends killed for a living. Unsettled by Finn’s need for chaos was more like it.
Aeron’s arms loosened around me as he searched my face for answers.
My first love was a different man, confused by Finn’s appearance and unsure of mine.
I couldn’t blame him. Finn had torn apart something good but it was only a matter of time before the fucker resurfaced again.
Keeping him locked down so fucking tight had taken a toll on me.
“Killian, where’s Finn?
Right here, boys!
“Tucked away, I guess?” I threw an extra wobble into my words, playing into the innocence I had created three years ago.
“He left when he was done. Let us see all the carnage.” I hiccupped, choking on a breath as I continued.
All for the illusion. “I woke up and then… she was against me. I… she was dead. Nyla is dead?” The terror of waking up next to her was real.
Nothing else was. As long as Dark and Daemon believed it, I didn’t really care.
This is why you should have put us there instead of Killian. If he breaks…
You still think he’s the original,
don’t you?
I hate all of this.
As did I. Finn and I would need to have a conversation at some point. I had questions that needed answers and no doubt, Finn would add fucking tally marks to his little board every time I pissed him off.
The age-old question of who was the first was always lingering in my thoughts. I was sure that I was but Finn knew things I didn’t and it wasn’t just a matter of shutting me out. I knew things he didn’t too and all those crazy ass choices he kept making—well, they weren’t always all his.
I had been present for when we were ‘kidnapped’.
Finn had been dragging out his spiel, trying to prolong the suffering to truly show our men what they had done.
So, I stepped in. Kind of. I needed to show our men that we didn’t belong in a straightjacket.
The whole kidnapping thing? That was my idea. Fuck Finn for taking all the credit.
And it had worked. For a little while anyway. My men just thought I was traumatized.
The contacts were also my idea. I liked the innocent mask, the idea that I couldn’t be anything other than safe. Finn liked the dark look that his honey-gold eyes brought to the table. He enjoyed the mischievous glint they gave off when he smiled.
The thing was… both of them was a cover, a part we liked to play to one-up each other.
I didn’t have heterochromia, that much was apparent.
And our eyes weren’t naturally honey-gold.
Just another thing I wasn’t ready to tell my guys.
They’d find out eventually but for now? They didn’t need to know.
I threw in another grimace and then buried my face into Aeron’s chest to round out my innocent personality.