Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

like hers, so I never thought it was deadly. I’d given Clay too much power the
last four years.
I smile in the dark. I’m poison. I can be poison, too.
I take my pillow underneath my head and hug it to my chest, squeezing
the fabric in my fists and burying my nose in it.
My desire for her earlier was nothing. Just confusion.
Maybe I’m still attracted to her like I was years ago, before I realized how
hideous she was.
Or maybe I just hate her so much that I want her to see my power. A kiss
that turns into a bite. A fight that turns into a fuck.
Any way I slice it, it isn’t good. I’ve never been a violent person, and I
don’t want to hurt people.
I just…I don’t know. She’s changing me. I want to affect her.
Curling on my side, I hold the pillow, letting go of the worry and
planning for tomorrow.
For Clay. For the key.
And for the reality that I don’t want revenge or a fight. I want to have
some fun.
I’m going to have fun on Night Tide.
“Liv?”
I stir, the fog in my brain lifting.
“Liv!” Two loud pounds hit my door, and I squeeze the pillow in my
arms.
Sleep weighs heavy as I blink my eyes open, seeing a faint light stream
through the windows.
Shit. I just laid down.
Didn’t I?
Turning over, I look at the clock, seeing it’s six fifty in the morning.
I shoot up, rubbing my eyes. Oh, my God. I slept in my clothes.
I clear my throat. “I’m up!”
“Can you make me a lunch to take to work?” Army asks. “Please? I’m
swamped.”
Dex cries right outside the door, and I know he’s talking about the baby.
I nod, even though he can’t see me. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Damn, it feels like I didn’t sleep at all. I don’t remember dozing off.
I straighten my arms, still wrapped around the pillow, and toss it off me.
The night before comes back, and I remember the deal I made with Clay.