Confessions of a Killer

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Charlotte:

Coming back to reality is jarring. I'd gotten lost in those Amber eyes promising all sorts of nefarious acts, the mint of his breathe washing over me, intoxicating and drowning me in contentment. Maze had gently tapped my shoulder, signaling with her unnervingly sad silver eyes that now is not the time. Her gaze whipped to the grieving people around us.

Damien's body tensed as Maze had interrupted, he shot her a miffed squint before unlatching from around my body. The lack of warmth had a shiver coursing over my body. His eyes collided with mine, sending through the link reassurances; All he wants is me, he'd only let go to help the people around us.

"Hold the fuck up." An outraged voice from the back clamored. My head spins with everyone else, spotting the irate woman making a beeline right for me. It's her. The one that Jasper had marked.

I felt a tinge of regret, looking at the beautiful woman storming towards me. She looks like she could be everything Jasper ever wanted. Tall, gorgeous, even though her face is screwed up in annoyance, eyes pinpointed on me, I find myself wishing things could have been different.

A few seconds before this feeling had abated. Damien holding me in his embrace, promising all sorts of things that he wanted to do with me, to do to me. I'd been thoroughly distracted from everything around us, mainly Jasper. His mind had convinced me that he wouldn't leave, wouldn't shy away no matter what the circumstances. He doesn't give a rats ass about my past, only wanting to partake in my future.

It's utterly mystifying.

Jasper just proved that I don't matter as much as he always said that I did. He'd tossed me aside like so much garbage. I feel like so much sloppy seconds, I'm actually fifths... or more. I don't know why Damien's not running. Why he's not looking at me like damaged goods even though that's all I feel like.

I didn't notice the fist flying at me until it connected with my cheek, pain flared over my jaw as my head shot back, my body following the same motion completely caught off guard. The floor met my outstretched hands, blood and dirt scraping my palms, my shoulders taking the impact as my legs folded under me.

Dammit. That hurt. Its been a while since I've been taken off guard and hit in the jaw, years even. Opening my jaw with a snap to release the ache I look up at my attacker, taking in the sneer of disdain practically dripping from her features. She's taller than me. Attractive. Black hair straight with silver eyes. Just like Maze. Just like Killian.

They're trained on me with so much hate that I don't get. What have I done to her?!

"You fucked all of them?!"

Oh.

"It's not like you're innocent honey. You've been doing things for Killian just as much as I have. Only I've just been stuck with him longer and didn't even fucking know he was controlling me." I retort standing up as gracefully as a woman wearing only a t-shirt can. I rubbed my jaw, staring at her appreciatively, the woman has a mean right hook.

The only sounds inside the warehouse is Aries shallow breathing. She looks 12 shades of pissed off, her ire directed entirely on me. Everyone else is frozen. Some mid crouch around the bodies above to lift them away, others on their hands and knees mopping up the blood.

Of course. I'd taken down Heath and yet I let this... person... hit me.

I let my emotions get the best of me. I was slow in the uptake. Maybe its just shock, it happens to the best of people. I know I'm certainly not the best, but I damn well try to do my best. The way she's looking at me, like I've stolen something precious of hers, is just pissing me off.