TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (read after TXT) 📕

She rolled her eyes. No surprise there. “You certainly are pathetic, Sammie, you know that? How more obvious do, I have to be for you to get that our friendship is over. Caput. Finito. No matter how much you ludicrously beg, I have no intentions of rekindling that friendship.” Dasha’s venomous words spewed from her mouth.

I laughed.

The nerve of this bitch.

She ludicrously thinks this is about being friends again. Narcissistic much?

“Oh, Dasha. You’re the pathetic one. What I have to say has nothing to do with being your friend again. Hell, I doubt we were even friends in the first place. Which is fine because I am so much better off without a backstabbing piece of trash such as you.” I began. “No, I just wanted to give you a little word of advice.”

Dasha regarded me indignantly. I hit a nerve, and I knew it.

“I know it was you that tried to have me killed, but because your little minions were so stupid, you failed. So, heed my words here and now, Dasha. If you ever try and have your little lackeys kill me again, think twice. I’m a lot more dangerous than I was before.” My eyes grew black, and I extended my fangs as I growled to emphasize my intention. “Next time, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

I released Dasha’s arm, and she glowered as she walked away and grumbled, “Neither will I, Sammie. Neither will I.”

Seriously does this bitch always have to get the last word in or what??

Chapter 24

Sammie's POV

I immediately made my way back to mine and Jareth's room. I was pissed and needed to calm down. A warm pouch of O+ and a hot shower should do the trick. I hoped Jareth wasn't too upset with me for leaving. Although I'm sure given the circumstances, he would understand. Besides, I'd make it up to him when he gets back. I pulled out the handcuffs and blindfolds, placing them on the bed. A little role play in the bedroom always keeps things spicy.

I climbed into the pallid Italian marble shower and allowed the hot water to spray over my naked body, soothing my tense muscles. I stared at the beige floor tile, mesmerized, watching the water swirl around the chrome drain before it made its inevitable escape. I rubbed my hands over my face and sighed. The whole time I'd been in the shower, my thoughts have been consumed with not only Dasha but with Alpha Montgomery. There was something about him that I just couldn't wrap my head around. Don't get me wrong; I love Jareth. He's my entire world. But Alpha Devon Montgomery caused something to stir within me. It wasn't his incredible, good looks or that sexy Aussie accent; it was something else. Something unshakable, especially when he shook my hand; a small spark of electricity surged between us. There was undeniably something going on between this mystery man and me, and I intended to find out what the hell it was.

I emerged from my shower and dried off. I had just slipped on my fluffy pink bathrobe and slippies. I was just about to ready to chillax on the oversized black leather couch and read a book with a glass of wine when I noticed a lavender-colored envelope on the floor in front of the entryway door. I knew that wasn't there when I initially returned to the room, so my curiosity was piqued. I walked over to the door, knelt down, and gingerly picked up the envelope. It was small, but by the weight, I could tell that it contained a card. I turned it over and saw my name written in block lettering.

Hmm ... was Jareth trying to do something romantic? I wondered. The card enclosed in the envelope was relatively simple. It was all beige except for a single red rose adorned in the center. Inside was a handwritten message.

I know you felt something when we touched. I felt it too. I think we need to talk. There's something I need to show you. Please meet me on the roof at midnight alone. I promise, I mean you no harm.

- Devon Montgomery

Well, I guess I'd be getting the answers to my questions for Alpha Montgomery sooner than I thought.

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I was just about to let Jareth know that I was stepping out for a bit when speaking of the devil, he texted me. Apparently, Jareth received a request from the Council that needed to be addressed tonight, so I was on my own. I texted him back to be safe and that I would see him when he returned. Oh, and I may or may not have texted him a naughty pic of me to remind his sexy ass what he would be missing tonight. Hey, what can I say? If I had to be sexually frustrated tonight, I might as well share the wealth.

Heh heh.

Since I wasn't necessarily worried about being dressed to impress, I decided to dress comfy and casual for my meeting with the Alpha. I put on a pair of low-cut faded, ripped jeans with a studded belt, a retro Nirvana baby tee, and my slip-on black Vans. After I pulled my pastel coif up into a quick ponytail, slapped on some mascara and my signature cherry lip gloss, I was ready to head to the roof.

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I stepped onto the luxury hotel roof and was greeted by no one, which confused the shit out of me. I looked down at my watch, 12:01. I was definitely on time, so where was Alpha Montgomery? A chill ran down my spine. For a second, I thought I wasn't alone, but my well-honed vamp vision didn't see anyone when I looked around. I decided to walk over to the ledge and peer over at the sparkling lights that danced around the ground below. The serenity that I felt just looking at all the city lights was almost mesmerizing. Looking down from such a