She did, after all, protect me as best she could, but in the end, she was weak.
She let a lover drive her insane and ended up burned alive like a witch at the stake.
Whoever she had been, coupled with my Father, they’d created me. A slightly psychotic, depraved sick asshole revered as a prince.
By the time I got out of the shower, the night’s festivities were in full swing.
Meg had knocked on the door to tell me she was going to bed about fifteen minutes before they began, and leaving me a plate in the fridge.
I brushed my teeth using, Trix’, homemade toothpaste—baking soda and coconut oil.
This was one of the highest requested items from the people we dealt with. Not surprisingly no one with remotely decent hygiene wanted their breath to smell like ass.
Exiting the bathroom after completing the rest of the basics, I took two steps before there was a soft tap on my door.
“Who is it?” I asked, going over to my dresser.
“Me,” Darrian replied, her Russian accent curving around the word.
“Come on!” I raised my voice to be heard over the music that had been abruptly turned up.
The door swung open, and she stepped in, locking it behind her.
“I see things with Ace went good,” she said, smiling at me in my mirrors reflection.
“And that’s what they’re celebrating,” I said more to myself than her.
“I also heard you met a certain prin-cesss,” she sang the last word, dragging out the end.
“Don’t bullshit me, Rin. Ask what you want to know.”
“Fine, what was she like?”
I stopped what I was doing and turned to face her. She sat on my bed; I leaned against the dresser and crossed my arms, watching her opal eyes hungrily devour the naked part of my upper body.
“I was in her presence for approximately five or six minutes. How would I know?”
“Does she look like the pictures? Is she prettier than me?”
I raised my brows. “Is that an actual fucking question?”
She shrugged.
Why the fuck that mattered was beyond the realm of my understanding, and I considered myself to be highly intelligent.
“You know you two look nothing alike,” I finally replied.
“That doesn’t answer what I asked you.”
I rolled my neck and sighed. I was not in the mood for this shit. The larger portion of my brain wanted me to tell her the flat out truth, but Darrian and I fucked, and we fucked a lot. Off and on now since I was fifteen, regardless of whom else I messed around with.
That was the extent of our intimate relationship. She claimed to love me, but it wasn’t me. It was the status. No one loved who I really was, and I didn’t blame them.
That aside, I considered her a friend, nothing more, nothing less, and while I didn’t get into the whole feelings shit and generally could care less about whose I hurt, I didn’t want to deal with her being upset particularly.. I knew when certain things came about I’d be doing it regardless, but this was now.
“You should already know the answer to that to, Rin.”
She grinned brightly, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear. I stared at the spot on the wall beside her, now picturing the woman in question again.