Blood Hunger: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Eris’s leg hurt. It almost felt like it was cramping up. It probably was, considering he hadn’t stopped tapping it. He urged his foot to stop, but seeing Selene with Pietro bothered him. He hated him. Eris didn’t know why.

There was just something about Pietro that rubbed him the wrong way, something off about him. He treated Selene well, better than Eris had ever treated any girl. Left her alone when she wanted and would help her with her studies in every aspect.

Pietro was perfect for her, almost too perfect. So Eris tried to will himself to like him, for Selene’s sake, but the attempts were unsuccessful. So, every time Pietro placed his arms around his dear sister, he grated his teeth together, clenched his fist, and his leg pumped harder against the floor. Only when Blake sat down beside him did he stop, choosing to glare at him instead.

“What?”

“Why the hell aren’t you fighting for her?”

Blake sighed. “Because I’ve let go.”

“I thought you loved her?”

“Sometimes love means letting go. Besides, if she had ever truly loved me, she would have fallen back in love with me. That didn’t happen. I’m not like Jeanette. I have more sense than to hold onto something that never was.”

“I didn’t think it possible to dislike you even more, Blake.”

“To quote you, ‘I don’t care. I only care about Selene’.”

“Impressive.”

“I remember things.” Blake took a swig of some of the wine on the table. A slight drizzle fell down his chin, and his Adam’s apple bounced up and down. “You do notice Jeanette, don’t you,” he said, wiping his chin.

“Oh, I do.” Blake was referring to her openly flirting with Reborns here and there. “I merely don’t care. I find myself disliking her more and more. I wish she were more like you. Besides, these self-centered aristocrats think they’re above her. She’s wasting her time.”

Blake laughed. “When did your simple dislike of Reborns turn into pure hatred?”

Eris thought about it seriously. “A few days into my stay here.”

“I find that believable.”

“Blake, you know I consider you a friend, right?”

“I do. Despite our many differences, I feel the same.” Eris lifted up his glass to a toast. Blake tapped his glass against his, and they drank to it. His eyes drifted back to Pietro, who was tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Eris nearly crushed his glass within his grip, attracting everyone’s attention and making Blake laugh. He really wanted to kill Pietro.

*** 

“I hate you, Eris Sintas,” Jeanette stormed into his room. Eris sighed and prayed for the gods to take his life. Oh, how badly he wanted peace. He almost understood how the Shadowlings felt. Almost.

“Is that all, Jeanette? I’m meeting Azelia for dinner, and I don’t want to be late on your account.”

“Argh! Does she know about me? Does she know about all of your womanizing and indiscretions? Well?”

Why does she always have to scream? “She knows of you and at least one of my indiscretions.”

“Which one? I demand to know!”

“Will you shut up and leave if I tell you?”

“Yes,” she answered in a much softer tone. Eris wanted to slap her for driving him so crazy.

“All right then. Nivette, the Vampyre.” He winced at her scream that bounced off the walls, shocked to see all the windows and mirrors in one piece. However, his sister, followed by Pietro, Anita, Blake, Urit, and Azelia, burst into the room in seconds. He gave his sister a pleading look.

“What the hell just happened!” exclaimed Anita.

“He, this pitiful excuse for a man, ha-had relations with a Vampyre!”

“Oh, Eris, really? Why would you tell her about Nivette?” scolded Selene.

“She promised to shut up and leave me alone.”

“And you believe her,” remarked Blake, clearly trying to contain his laughter.

“Oh, ha-ha. I was giving her the benefit of the doubt.”

“I’m right here! Stop talking as though I’m not!”

“Believe me, we know you’re right there,” remarked Pietro under his breath.

“With all that screaming, how could we not,” joked Urit, who was snickering with Anita. Selene bit down on her lip to suppress her smile, sighing instead.

“Jeanette, go to bed,” muttered Selene before the underhanded, however justified, comments got out of hand.

“Oh, don’t you dare treat me like a child.”

“Then stop acting like one,” commented Eris under his breath. Jeanette glared at him.

“Eris, I’ll meet you at the entrance hall.” Azelia turned and touched Selene’s arm, smiling, watching her mouth “good work” to Selene. Selene laughed and ushered her out the door before exchanging a look with Blake. Eris was glad to see that they, at least, were getting along. He wished Jeanette wasn’t too self-centered or self-righteous.

“What ever happened to you hating Reborns?”

“Well, this can’t be good. Urit, we should probably leave.” Selene watched Urit and Pietro leave the room, looking like they had enough of the shrill blond girl. Anita bolted the door shut, shooting Jeanette a scathing look of intense disapproval.

“Good job, Jeanette,” muttered Eris.

“Shut up and answer the question!”

“I can’t answer if you want me to shut up.” Selene wanted to laugh at the situation. Eris was only making matters worse.

“Answer the question,” hissed Jeanette through gritted teeth, her blue eyes flaming.

“Very well. To be quite honest, I still hate them. More so after being here and hearing some of the egotistic shit they say. But there are a handful I do like. And I like Azelia very much.”

“She’s a very nice Reborn,” commented Selene.

“What makes you think I care?”  Her voice dripped with such strong, haughty arrogance that made Selene want to wring her throat then and there.

“That’s right, I forgot you only care about yourself. Eris, go meet Azelia. I’m sure I can handle this.” Eris stood there, unsure for a moment. Selene gave him a pointed look as if to say, “this is me, remember.” Not other second passed, and he was out the door, his coat in hand. Once he was gone, Blake stepped up to her side. Jeanette glared, her hands clasped tightly into fists and hooked in deeply into her tiny, nimble waist. Jeanette could stare down anyone she looked at, anyone that is except for Selene.

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Hardly.”

“Why can’t you just be happy for him?”

“Why should I?”

“Because she’s done what no one has been able to do, she’s made him a half-decent person. He loves her, can’t you tell?”

Jeanette’s face softened, and the rage in her eyes turned into self-pity. “He should love me.”

“Jeanette, sometimes you just need to let go. Life isn’t fair; things hardly ever go according to plan.” Blake walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Her arms unhooked from her side, and her shoulders sagged.

“Jeanette, please be happy for him.”

Jeanette’s fury returned. “That is a promise I will not make.” She stormed from the room. Selene looked at Blake sadly.

“Give her some time. She still believes she loves Eris. We’ll leave in a few days. She should probably go home and get away from him.”

“Won’t you stay at least stay for the ball?” asked Anita.

“It’s too far off. Jeanette won’t last. Besides, my little sister is missing me. I promised her I wouldn’t be gone long.” Blake bid farewell to them both. Selene saw Anita stare after him wistfully.

“Anita! You like him!”

“Selene! You don’t need to be so loud.”

Selene beamed. “How adorable!”

“Oh, don’t tease. I swear you are as bad as your brother. Good night!” Anita huffed out of the room, lifting her skirts so as not to trip, her cheeks bright red. She laughed as she made her way to her room across the hall.

Entering her room, Selene was not at all surprised to see Pietro leaning against the table, holding up one of the Gardenia flowers as one would a rose (it was obvious he had picked up from the vase as water still dripped down its stem). Pietro winked at her when she took it to breath in its wonderful scent.

“I presume all that nasty business is taken care of?”

“For the time being.”

“Good.” Pietro wrapped his arms around her, kissing her tenderly, passionately. So caught up in the kiss was Selene that she almost lost her footing as she stumbled to the bed.

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Blood Hunger (Eclipsing Trilogy, #1)

Blood Hunger: Prologue

Eris and Selene Sintas thought their menial Witching lives were simple. That was until the magical barrier protecting their small town vanished in the night, attracting not just the Vampyre’s that go bump in the night. Suddenly, the two siblings discover that they have been dragged into a war between the sisters of light and darkness.

Now, hunted by creatures stronger than Vampyre’s and far more evil, the Sintas Siblings must find refuge before they lose their souls to the Goddess of Darkness.

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