Page 50 of Sleepless Beauties

Sixteen

Prey

I feel like shit.

For years, all I’ve heard these fucks babble about is how lovely it feels to be in love. To have a mate.

Perhaps they should limit that fucking hallmark feeling to mates within their race. Because humans, they fucking suck you dry. I’ve never felt so much goddamn self-loathing in my entire life.

The council continues to murmur on about the cases of human women being found murdered in downtown Chicago.

“A young one. Only eighteen years old was found in the park last night.” Pavel says as he sips from his glass of blood.

Nothing phases him, though. He’s far too old to care much about the fragile mortality of humans.

“Eighteen,” Acessa repeats with big wide eyes.

Rival shakes his head as he leans back in his chair, just to the right of the empty seat at the head of the table.

“Where’s Kyra? This is the kind of thing that Kyra should be handling,” Pavel sputters as he gets up from his place and starts wandering toward the door.

Fuck, I wish I could join him. Just walk right out and hope that the dead girl solves all our problems.

Jesus, Kyra would be able to solve all my fucking problems.

Like her sister claiming my mating mark.

The front door opens with a cool gust of wind and just a hint of the evening sun washes in across her long blonde hair.

Her…messylong blonde hair… Is that a twig in her hair?

“What— just what is that smell?” Rival asks with a scrunching motion of his nose.

Acessa smiles awkwardly, but rushes toward Kira’s side.

“Let’s go to your room,” the vampire instructs with a pull of the stupid human girl’s hand.

My eyes narrow when the scent finally hits my nose. It smells like mutt.

No, it smells like mutt and sex.

Then it hits me.

Something inside me flares up with anger and rage.

“You fucked Vuitton!” I announce to everyone from across the grand dining hall.

My words carry loud and clear, and even old man Pavel halts in his rickety steps. He turns, sunken eyes widen as he looks at her.

Meanwhile she just glares at me.

I can feel her hate like it’s my own.

Because it is.

Why the fuck would I put my mark on a human?

Because I’m weak.