Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

I fell asleep that night with my head on Kieran's shoulder and his arm wrapped around me, keeping me close to him as I slept. I was starting to get used to someone else in the bed with me while I slept, whether that be Lucian, Kyler, or Kieran.

I liked their company. Each of them had something unique that I enjoyed.

Kyler had this calming aura about him that relaxed me even when I was at my tensest. His touches and glances were like a salve over my negative emotions.

Lucian had a personality that I enjoyed. I didn't think I would at first, but the longer I got to know him, the more I liked his teasing nature. He was fun to talk to, and even more fun to mess with.

Kieran was like a rock, even through his teasing. His strength and surety through every situation was a comfort. Like maybe he could get through anything, because he'd been through everything.

I didn't know what kind of person that made me, wanting three men but not really choosing any. If I brought it up to some random woman on the street, she'd likely tell me that I was being a whore and that I needed to make up my mind. Either that, or she'd say the situation I'd put myself in was too dire to be mixing with two werewolves and a vampire.

I hadn't forgotten about the threat, but I did find that I didn't care as much as I did in the beginning. If the person who killed Beverly truly wanted my nose out of their business, they would have done something. There had been plenty of opportunity to harm me when I was alone throughout the day. I still wasn't particularly good at fighting, even though I'd come to learn a lot through the two training lessons I had with Kieran. But I still couldn't take someone down who truly wanted me down.

I also hadn't forgotten why it was Lucian and Kieran involved themselves with me to begin with. It wasn't because they wanted to get to know me. Lucian approached me because he thought I'd help, and I approached Kieran for Lucian. Kieran would have never approached me first, even if I was "interesting". He'd gone twenty-three years without me and without saying a word to me.

That brought up a whole other list of issues I didn't want to get into.

"What are you thinking so diligently about," Kieran asked.

I stiffened. I didn't realize he was awake. The guy barely breathed when he was sleeping and I was too caught up in my own thoughts to notice that he was awake.

I raised my head and looked at him. "Nothing at all."

As I began rolling out of bed, his hand shot out and snatched my arm, forcing me back onto the bed. He moved so quickly that I had no idea what was happening until he was already straddling my waist and pinning my arms above my head.

I wasn't hurting as bad as I was the day before, but I was still somewhat sore. Though him stretching my arms above my head helped with some of the pain there. I wasn't stupid enough to think that was what he was doing though.

"Don't lie to me, Nova." He narrowed his eyes.

"I was just speculating past choices," I said. It wasn't really a lie, just not the full truth.

He stared at me for a moment, and I was sure he was trying to figure out if I was lying again. When I stared back blandly, he finally let my arms go and moved off of me.

"You can't change the past," he said. "There's no use in wondering what you could have changed or done differently. Focus on your future, because that's the only one you can change the outcome for."

He looked somewhat somber when he said it. I wondered if he spent a lot of time speculating what could have been. If I did, and I was only in my twenties, he definitely did in his many years alive.

How many regrets did Kieran have? I couldn't fathom how much he'd been through. He died in the equivalent of a war and was brought back to life as an immortal. Did he regret that?

"Did you have a choice in whether you wanted to be a vampire?" Maybe it was prying, but I was curious.

His violet eyes met mine. "No."

Oh.

"Would you have become a vampire if you had the choice?" Might as well keep digging.

"No," he said again.

The man gave up nothing.

When I only stared, trying to get him to realize I wanted more than just a simple no, he said nothing. He didn't tear his eyes away from me either.

Did he want me to ask more? What would I even ask?

I lowered my gaze and turned away. I felt like I was poking too far into his past and I couldn't read the look on his face. I guess being born a vampire and being changed truly were two different things. As someone who was never changed into a vampire, I didn't know the emotional toll it took.

I didn't know if Kieran left someone he loved behind, or if he left his family and friends behind. I didn't know the circumstances of his change, but if he didn't want to be a vampire...it couldn't have been good.

"I died and suddenly I was awake craving blood," he said. "I killed three people before I understood what was happening. One of those people was my best friend at the time."

I raised my head and looked at him.

"I don't like talking about my change," he said. "Nor do I like talking about the first one hundred years I was a vampire. It isn't that I don't want to tell you, it's that I don't reflect on those times because doing so usually doesn't end well."

I didn't know what that meant, nor did I think I wanted to. He made it perfectly clear that he didn't want to talk about it anymore, even though I wanted to know everything about it. How he died, who changed him, if he blamed himself for killing three people because of his natural urge, or if he just blamed himself for killing his best friend.

Kieran stood from the bed, then walked around to help me to my feet. A mischievous grin flashed across his face.

"Let's go shower." He didn't give me the chance to respond before he began pulling me to my bathroom.

If ever there was a way to get my mind off of something I was curious about, he knew the perfect way to make that curiosity go away.