Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

watched Gates stitch a gash from a car accident victim that the morgue forgot
to do.
But by one o’clock in the morning, it was still festering, so I just posted
it. Fuck it. It was a reflex—a ‘close your eyes and just do it’ moment that I
quickly regretted—but what did she think was going to happen? I won’t stop.
I don’t know why, but I can’t, and I know she knows that. In fact, this should
have gotten a lot uglier a long time ago.
What was I supposed to do? Just let her go? Just stop?
I haven’t seen her all morning, but I know she’ll show up at some point.
Maybe tomorrow, with her head up, refusing to speak to me, taking the high
road and not giving me the satisfaction of her attention and all that bullshit.
But then I hear Krisjen saying, “Clay.”
And before I have a chance to turn around, someone shoves me, and I
stumble, nearly falling. I spin around, spotting Liv just as her palm whips
across my face. I whimper, my head jerking to the side, and the tendons in
my neck screaming. I tumble to the floor, shooting out my hands to catch
myself.
“Ohhhhh!” someone howls.
“Bitch!” Amy shouts.
My cheek burns like it’s on fire, but I shake my head clear and climb
back to my feet. Amy rushes Liv, but I dart out and yank her back, shoving
Liv in the chest.
“Come on!” I yell.
This is between her and me. Fucking finally.
Her eyes are like lightning, and she looks like she wants to take a bite out
of me. I growl, charging her. She crashes into a table, grabbing juice and
throwing it at me before we spill to the ground. My claws dig into her skin
and her fingers are ripping my hair out of my scalp as we go at each other—
hitting, tearing, squeezing, and raging.
I want to cry, I’m so happy. This is all I want. Everything I want. I don’t
want to ever do anything else.
Cheering fills my ears, she rolls on top of me, and I don’t see anything
but her.
I only feel her.
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