End of Chapter 36

"You're putting me on the spot." He hissed, fear gaunt on his face as he glanced towards Elysian as if the elder might know that he'd spilt secrets.

"I'm just saying, I was good at it. That's the truth." Quinn raised her hands in surrender. "Nothing else." Elysian stared at her then, an aura of unsettled fear. But Gods, Quinn's blood was boiling, her rage needed an out, her frustrations were unanswered, and as much as she hated pulverising the only two people that gave a damn. She needed answers, she needed a way out. And they were the only ones that listened.

"The contract still stands," Icarus pointed out. "You're supposed to be our Alpha. There are things you have to do for us. And they might need you soon."

Elysian interrupted then. "No, they do," he stated. "They do need you."

Quinn laughed and shook her head as she spoke. "But if they can't stand me, then I'd like to work somewhere else. Is there a way to bag my emotions like blood? Would tears work? They survived for so long without me, maybe they don't need me anymore."

"No," Icarus growled. "Quinn—"

"Icarus," her eyes met his then danced to Elysian, "Elysian. I'm sick of power play. There's only a couple of months left—less than a year. I don't want to sit in this room, waiting for things to happen. For hurt, for pain. I want to do something with my life. Something more meaningful than peeling potatoes and waiting. I'm a good fighter, and I'm sick of playing safe." Her eyes danced to the ceiling. "There's nothing safe about this world, I almost died being the best fucking maid in the country. I almost died just by doing what I was supposed to do. I was always good."

Icarus's curse rushed from his throat. "Fuck."

Elysian's mouth was agape, but he stuttered out a response. "B-but we all want yo—"

"And yet, my freshly claimed mate struggles to stay with me," her eyes darted to Elysian's burning-hot, jaw clenched, daring him to speak. They weren't willing to budge still so insistent on keeping her in their fucking room like a caged bird. She decided to ease back then, changing the topic. "So, what made you decide to finally come here to see me?"

"Quinn," Elysian whispered. "I'm sorry." He reached his hand out, but she huddled back into Icarus's side.

Icarus cleared his throat. "Is it bad taste to say that I told Elysian about the kiss."

Elysian's alarm was sharp. "Icarus."

"He realised that he was missing out." Icarus shrugged, a husky chuckle sweeping over her flesh. "But you know what? It's his fault. His loss. And he's here because he knows that if he doesn't do something about it, he'll lose you forever just because he was afraid."

Quinn smiled, hating that her rage was fading with his words. "And so, what are you doing here right now?"

"Reminding him," Icarus drawled. "That I've got you." He purred then, lips pressed to her throat, sprinkled upwards, a mess of adoration that had her squirming in his arms. Her body momentarily filled with a building inferno of need. "And if he doesn't do something about it, all he'll get is second-hand mating bonds. And the smell of you on my skin." The exhale was a frustrated whine as if the scent had physically weakened him. And his need spiked in the air, heavenly mouthwatering arousal. "God, you smell good."

Elysian's glare deepened then. "Icarus."

And the vampire threw back his head and laughed. "You won't get what you want, sitting around waiting for shit to happen." He continued hovering, sniffing at the curve of her neck, she shivered, almost endeared. His nose pressed to the nape of her neck, and slid upwards, sniffing, trembling. Her pulse hummed, and her chest ached. "You smell so damn fucking delicious—"

"You want to eat me again, don't you?" Quinn grinned. And he froze, voice dropping a few octaves into something smokier. But a step back and now he was trembling and raw.

"I do, but I can't."

Spellbound, she turned to him and laid her eyes on silky lips, cat-like eyes, a flush on his cheeks, the swell in his jeans from the caress of her gaze. The Omega was oddly so easy to read, his dirty mouth now trembling sweetly. And she knew that he was aroused, just as aroused and as needy as Elysian was, standing before them staring, unable to speak. But he was no match for her temper, not capable of ending it with pretty words and stupid lust. "Why not?" She glanced at Elysian, neck arched. "What about you?"

"Don't need it," Elysian shook his head, eyes hot. "You should take care of yourself, I am fine." They were quiet then, incisors growing yet staying away. She sighed, so much for the fucking change in topic. The feeling of unworthiness slipped back into her veins.

"Fine," she dropped it then, pulling back. "As I said, this is all I'm good at, feeding you. This is my job, and yet no one wants it from me."

Icarus glared. "I have taken bags and bags of blood from you. I don't need more. I'm not a child, and you're not just my blood bag. I want you happy, healthy and sated—"

"But your mates should need me. It's been weeks."

Elysian nodded, but his voice was grim. "They can't bear to step in here asking for a feeding," Elysian told her. "It doesn't feel right after what they have done. They have a conscience. They know what is cruel. I told you that they are guilty, and that is the truth. They are determined to torture themselves because they feel awful. And they know that if they come here. Your body, your scent? It will remind them of what they have done—"

"So I taste like shit again, because they feel like shit."

"You know how much we need you, how hungry we are—"

"Didn't seem like it. They tried to kill me Elysian, " Quinn chuckled dryly, then scowled. "No, they're avoiding me because I didn't die. They've long decided that I should be gone from their lives. And right now? They hate that I'm stuck with you, that they'll have to smell my scent on your skin. So give me something else to do until you need me," Quinn pointed out. "Let me leave, let me do something good instead of rotting in your family's drama and emotional antics because I'm sick of their shit. I'm sick of waiting around like a puppy in a cage for a crazy master. I'm not their slave."

Elysian's breath caught in his throat, rage flashing, but his eyes seemed to burn. Her words striking his heart from his experience with Euodia. "You…"

Icarus spoke then. "You could talk to Klaus." He shrugged, eyes squinting, feet tapping. He glared at her, arms crossed. She knew she was pushing at them, pushing at her own place in their lives. But Quinn couldn't stand bowing her head down, keeping her mouth shut and being a fucking wallflower. It was about time she got what she wanted. "They just so happen to be eating breakfast right now at Azarius."

Elysian scoffed, shaking his head. "How is that a good idea? They'll flip out."

Icarus made a face, exchanging a glance with him. "It's about time they stopped sulking."

Quinn smirked. Finally, a fucking way out. "Just bring me to him," she shrugged. "I might as well rip off the fucking Band-Aid and stare them in the fucking face. We can all get it over with." She stepped towards the door, but Elysian slipped forward then, blocking her quickly.

He exhaled. "Quinn, look, I'm sorry."

"I know," she nodded, a small smile. "It's fine, I'm used to this. I'll be fine."

"But—" And she stepped out of the room before he could touch her with outstretched hands.

"Come on, let's go."

"But what exactly are you going to ask for?"

"To leave."

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