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“Samantha, what is going on?” He started to wonder if she was ill.
“I’m…” she shrugged.
“You’re not here just to tell me what a cheating jerk I am, are you?”
“No, I gave you that speech already. And you still suck for it. ” Samantha took out a fresh tissue from her purse and blew her nose. “I’m here to talk to Morticia. ”
“Sam. . . ”
“Look, fucker, I have a right to hate her for more reasons than you know. Okay?”
Cian started to protest, but stopped himself. He had betrayed Samantha with Amaliya. Instead of getting married to Samantha in a few weeks, he was living with Amaliya. How could he deny Samantha the right to be angry?
“Samantha, do you really think it wise for you to continue this argument with her?”
“Oh, I have a whole new thing with her. I need to talk to her like right now. ”
“We’re waiting on an important phone call. This is not the best time. ”
“God, how can you think with that music?” Samantha glared toward one of the speakers, changing the subject.
“She’s practicing. ” Cian shrugged.
“She gonna be a vampire rock star like Lestat?”
Cian snorted. “No, no. She loves drumming. It’s her thing, I guess. ”
“Whatever. ” Samantha stalked toward the living room.
“Samantha, could we avoid a fight tonight?”
“No,” she snapped.
Amaliya was just finishing a very dramatic drum solo when she spotted Samantha. She pointed a drumstick in the blonde’s direction. “Don’t interrupt!”
“Fuck you!”
With a growl of frustration, Amaliya continued playing, her blue-gray eyes glowering at the blond stalking toward her.
“We need to talk!” Samantha shouted over the music.
“Why? You hate me. ”
“Yeah? So? I still need to talk to you!”
Amaliya hissed, snatched up the remote for the stereo, and killed the music. Standing, she twirled the drumsticks around her fingers. Dressed in a tight black tank top and skinny jeans, Cian found her insanely sexy. Her feet were bare and she had painted her toenails and fingernails a bright red the night before. Dyed black hair hung in wild disarray around her face and Cian had the sudden urge to drag her off for a quickie. Instead, he folded his arms and stood to the side ready to referee.
“Okay, talk, little bitch. ” Amaliya tapped the drumstick against her thigh, waiting impatiently.
Surprisingly, Samantha seemed at a loss for words. Hesitantly, she shifted on her feet.
“Well?”
“Gimme a moment, slut. I’m trying to gather my thoughts. ”
Amaliya rolled her eyes.
Cian reached out and lightly touched Samantha’s shoulder. “Just talk to us. ”
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