Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

Of course Vincenzo looked happy. The entire ground was shaking in the beginnings of an earthquake and his glee was more evident now than it had been the moment I walked into his office.

He spread out his feet, keeping himself upright. "The power to create earthquakes? How fascinating."

It shook harder, and things began crashing off his desk. My eyes found my heart, which stayed in place on the oak. If it fell and the container crashed, would that harm it? I didn't feel like having a shard of glass shoved through my heart.

He was at my heart in the blink of an eye, his hand covering the lid. He held it in place, watching me with that sick sort of amusement that seemed to always be plastered on his ugly ass face.

"You drugged my mother." I was standing straight, unbothered by the rising magnitude of the earthquake around us. I tilted my head, physically feeling my eyes shift like I had the last time I'd gotten angry. This time, I didn't have Kieran, Lucian, or Kyler to calm me. I was alone, and even looking at Vincenzo made the anger continue to rise.

"Pretty audacious of you to assume I did it." He slid my heart back into the drawer. He was protecting it, it seemed. How kind of him. It would make killing him a hell of a lot easier if I didn't have to watch to make sure that it didn't crash to the ground.

"Are these not your people," I asked, and I realized my voice had changed. It was thicker. Angrier. "Do you not command them?"

I didn't have the mental capacity to worry about what was happening to me. Why I felt my eyes shift. Why I felt my canines lengthen. Why my entire body thrummed like it was filled with an energy I'd never experienced.

He didn't say anything, and his smile began falling. No, maybe he hadn't gone to my mother personally and drugged her to the point of overdose. He allowed it though. He had to have known that it was happening. A master vampire didn't just let their people do what they wished whenever they wanted. A master vampire commanded and led by their own example.

"Call off your horde and we can talk," he said.

"That's the third time you've brought them up." It was almost like I was looking at him through a red tint. "You're going to make me think you're frightened of them. But that can't be. You said you could obliterate them, right? Go ahead. Get rid of them."

Nothing happened. No sounds of explosions or screaming. Nothing coming through my earpiece saying a bunch of zombies just imploded on themselves. There was nothing but the sounds of the house shaking and things crashing to the ground throughout the house.

He wasn't smiling at all anymore.

He lied. He couldn't just get rid of them.

"You didn't do all your research." I moved, and it was like that time I fought with Mateo where everything around me was slow. I got on top of his desk, standing over him, and somehow allowed the world to go back to its normal speed.

His eyes flicked up, and I saw shock before my foot slammed into the side of his face. His head whipped to the side and I heard his neck crack from the force. He let out a rough cough, and his eyes widened.

Don't let them get the upper hand. Kieran's voice came into my mind. If they're caught off guard, keep attacking. But watch them. They'll get control over themselves eventually.

So I spun and shoved my heel into his nose, feeling the crunch of bone beneath the sole of my shoe. Blood flowed freely from his nose as he stumbled back. His hand came up to cover the broken bone and cartilage, and I swung my leg out again.

This time though, he caught it. His hand wrapped around my ankle and he threw me across the room. One moment I was in front of him, the next I was choking on air as my back hit the wall. The plaster splintered and cracked, and I slumped to the ground.

The shaking beneath us slowed, but didn't stop.

I felt something warm and wet coat the back of my head. I didn't touch it. If I touched it, and confirmed that it was what I thought it was, I'd get distracted. I'd deal with the bleeding head later.

Vincenzo grabbed the container with my heart, slammed in on his desk, opened the lid, and shoved his hand inside.

His face was covered in blood from his broken nose, even though it was already healing itself. He must have had blood recently. There was so much.

He lifted my heart from the container and held it out to me. "Stop the earthquake, and stop your fucking horde. I won't ask again."

I didn't bring up the fact that he hadn't really asked me to do any of that once.

I didn't stop the earthquake, nor did I stop my horde.

"What were you planning on doing with my mom," I asked instead.

"I didn't have any plans with her." He squeezed the heart, and I felt something in my chest twinge painfully. Yeah, it was my heart, for sure. "She's not even worth experimenting on. Screams too much."

Experimenting.

Screams.

I stood slowly, the ache in the back of my head all but gone at the mention of her screaming.

There were spirits trickling into the room from the walls. All of them varied in ages and genders. There was a young girl who stepped up beside me, her eyes wide and scared as she looked at Vincenzo across the room. Her hand came up and touched my leg, and she looked up at me, pleading with her eyes to make whatever torment she had gone through disappear.

An older man stood beside Vincenzo, his eyes angry. He looked so much like the little girl at my side.

There were more. Some barely out of childhood, some stuck as a child forever. The adults were no better. There were a wide variety, all either scared or vengeful.

Vincenzo couldn't see them. He was too busy watching me, holding my heart, and seeing what kind of reaction he was going to get out of me. His lips were moving slowly as he spoke, but I didn't hear a word he said. Probably for the best.

I touched the little girl's head.

"It's okay," I whispered. "Go ahead."

She looked at the man across the room, and he nodded.

And then the girl gave me her memories.