Unravelled

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped, and Thomas gasped in shock. King?

Again, Aden ignored him.

“If there were any other way…” Riley continued.

“I know.” He was surprised by how sad he suddenly was that hatred and intolerance had brought them to this point.

For several minutes, neither of them moved or spoke.

“Maybe you should lie down for this,” Riley said, shaky now.

“All right.” Aden studied his surroundings. The fight had ended inside RJ’s bedroom. The bunk bed had been toppled, but one of the mattresses was on the ground. Aden forced the prince’s body to stride over to it and lie down. By the time he stilled, he was shaking worse than Riley.

What was a stabbing compared to being burned alive? He could do this.

You’ll regret this, the prince snarled.

“If you would just promise not to harm Victoria.”

Riley had already closed the distance between them and now blinked at him, clearly offended. “I would never harm her.”

“Not you. The prince.”

That, I can never promise. Your Victoria—oh, yes, I

know her very well—she is a spawn of Vlad, and her sister Lauren was to be my brother’s bride. A peace offering, a uniting of the races. Only, Lauren killed him before the ceremony and admitted she had never meant to wed him. Spat with enough acid to burn. Should I live, Victoria will die. A sibling for a sibling. My vengeance will not be denied. At least the fairy hadn’t lied. “Even at the cost of your own life?” Aden demanded, and this time Riley ignored him, knowing he conversed with the prince.

Hear me well. I’ve already killed three members of her family. The rest will follow.

“Three?” he gritted out. “That’s not a sibling for a sibling, is it? Who did you kill? ” Cousins. Not nearly enough of a sting. I want them all. The entire royal family.

“Then you are a murderer and you have brought this on yourself.”

I am a murderer? What are you?

Hesitant, Riley raised the knife. “Ready?”

She is vampire, Thomas said, cutting him off. You are a human. All you’ll ever be to her is a blood-slave, addicted to her bite. And still you kill for her?

Flickers of fury ignited in his chest. He was more than Victoria’s blood-slave. He wouldn’t believe otherwise. “Yes. For her, I’ll do anything.”

For my brother, I will do anything. You might kill me, but you’ll never break me. And Haden? Somehow I’ll make you pay for this, even from the grave.

“Ready?” Riley repeated then. Determination radiated from him, but that determination was waning. “I want to get this done before I change my mind.”

Deep breath in, hold, hold, slowly release. Aden was tense, which would cause more pain, but that wasn’t going to change the final outcome.

“Ready?” Riley repeated a third time. Sweat dripped from his hand.

“Ready.” He could do this. He would not chicken out. “Do it. Do it now!”

“I’m sorry.” The blade fell, a blur. Plunged deep. Cutting through bone, muscle and into the vital organ. Burning, stinging…destroying. Aden screamed, loud and long, and his voice soon broke from the strain.

The heart, though, continued to beat. At first. Each pump slid the knife deeper, cut worse, burned more. Blood flowed from the wound, soaking his chest, the mattress. Droplets even bubbled up into his throat, choking him, before rising into his mouth and spilling out, warming his cheeks.

Rivers, Elijah said, as if in a trance. Flow.

Caleb, Julian and Thomas were howling. They weren’t feeling Aden’s agony, he knew from experience, and he was glad to spare them that. But they were feeling the residual effects of his mental anguish.

Calm down, he told himself. For them.

But the pain never eased. Not when it felt as if every drop of life had poured from him. Not when his limbs chilled, so heavy he could no longer lift them. Aden could have abandoned the body at any time, but he wanted to spare Thomas every bit of pain he could. Besides, he had to know. For his peace of mind, he had to know when it was over. He had to know what he would one day have to bear himself.

A few moments later, Aden died for the second time that day.

FOUR

A few minutes earlier Crossroads High

MARY ANN PLOPPED HER TRAY on the lunch table and settled across from the too-beautiful Victoria, who had just sat down herself. Shannon, Aden’s friend from the D and M, was beside her, a gorgeous black boy with green eyes that reminded her of Riley’s. Once, she’d even thought he was the wolf dogging her every step.

Beside Mary Ann was Penny Parks, her stunning best friend and next-door neighbor whose platinum hair, blue eyes that were prettier than sapphires and pale, freckled skin had fueled the wet dreams of many Crossroads High students.

A (regular) girl could get a complex, surrounded by all that perfection.

Victoria focused her own baby blues on Shannon. “Question. Did you see Aden this morning?”

Shannon had just taken a big bite of his pizza. He chewed as he shook his head, then swallowed. “He was gone before I woke up.”

“But you saw him last night?” Mary Ann asked.

Another nod.

So where was he? What was he doing? She sighed.

“So. What’s your deal?” Penny suddenly asked Victoria, changing the subject. “You don’t even pretend to eat. Or drink, for that matter. Are you anorexic? Is that how you stay so skinny? ”

“Penny,” Mary Ann said, slack-jawed. Loosely translated: Rude!

“What?” her friend asked, all innocence. “I’m curious. Ask any teacher here. Curiosity is for the learning-inclined.”

Victoria glanced between them. “American food is…unappetizing.” Another translation: Because it wasn’t blood. “I prefer to eat at home.”

“I dig.” Penny nodded, clearly buying the misdirection. “Where’re you from, anyway?”

“Romania.”

“Spooky. Your accent isn’t thick, though. Lots of traveling? One parent from someplace else?”