All Chapters of Daughter of Blood and Nightmares: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ASHTONWe get plenty of stares as we walk through the complex. Whispers behind their carelessly covered mouths aren’t heard, but assumed. The three of us marching out again, this time not in uniform and me with my ass practically showing. Their teeny tiny minds can’t comprehend such a mission.The drive to Moss Creek is longer than the drive to West River. Maybe it’s the doom that I know waits for me there. It’s not like anyone will remember me from three years ago. It’s the darkness that resides there. The people. The nightmares that fill that hellhole.Carden circles the town looking for something, an obvious sign that points directly to the club. Any questions that I had of The Order knowing about Black Lagoon is quickly answered. They don’t even know where it is.“Three blocks up, turn left and park the car.” I tell him and he easily complies. Once the car is parked, I hop out. “Now we walk.” Carden and Oliver remain inside probably talking about how crazy I am or stupid we are fo

ASHTONNo one says anything as we make our way to the exit, which will bring us into a run down laundry mat. A laundry mat no one uses and for good reason. Oliver seems amused with the whole thing and Carden’s stiff shoulders and clenched fists say loud and clear what kind of mood he’s in.“What’s your problem? We got the bad guy. Isn’t that what The Order does?” I snap at his back. His rushing feet are too quick to catch up to.“Not like that.” He hisses at me as he whips around. “You could’ve gotten hurt.”I laugh in his face. I could’ve gotten hurt. Puh-lease. No one has ever seemed to care before. Why is he all of the sudden taking it upon himself? “I’m fine.” I ignore his misguided concern. “My mother started conditioning me to out drink naive men since I was twelve.”“How long has it been since you’ve even had a drink?”“A couple of years,” maybe a little more than a couple, “it’s like riding a bike. It all comes back. I’m holding my own just fine.” I taunt.He turns his back to

CARDENMy annoyed, foul mood gets the best of me. I just want out of this place and I would think that she would want the same too. But things are never easy...simple with her.She yells at me putting a stop to our retreat. I don’t know why the words come out, but they do. I play right into her hands. I don’t choose my words wisely and I say too much, give too much away. My bickering only leads to questions and receiving stupid answers that ache my muscles. An ache only a punch will cure.The ‘riding a bike’ bullshit is what really pushes me over the edge. She has no idea how furious she makes me. I have to get away from her before I say something I shouldn’t. I can’t get far enough away before it comes out. I don’t mean to say it, bring attention to it, but I do. “You’ve fucked with older.”She instantly turns it into a joke. Shouting about some temper tantrum I’m on the verge of having. My feet come to halt and she starts her confession. A confession that I really don’t want to hear

ASHTONI wake to Carden’s usual annoyed tone. Is it wrong of me to wish it’s another day of strolling untainted streets. Is it even worse of me to still wish I could go back to Mysteria? If only. With that terrible uniform back on, I push through the door and step out into the hall with well chosen words of deep misery for this mission on the tip of my tongue, but they get stuck.There’s no way we’re strolling the streets with her. Brit stands incredibly close to Carden, hand flat against his chest. Her whispers are just out of reach. It isn’t hard to see what she’s trying to do. She stares up into Carden’s eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her flirting is hard to watch, but it becomes comical when Carden swats her hand away.I choke on a puff of laughter, but I quickly cover it up with a harsh, forced cough when Brit’s narrowed glare lands on me. “Where’s Oliver? Or Rafe?” Why can’t I just get one person to accompany me that doesn’t mind my presence?Brit steps away from

CARDENBrit approaches me from down the hall. She wears her Order uniform tight, because she thinks it makes her look good, but it also keeps her from actually doing anything. Brit is an Order soldier just to have people look up to her, envy her. There’s a foulness to her attitude sometimes.“I heard about your little endeavor with Oliver and the nightmare girl yesterday.” Her eyebrow cocks up in speculation. She obviously doesn’t like Ashton.“She’s mine to do with as I please.” I regret my choice of words the second they come out.She struts up to me, hand shoved against my chest as she leans in. “Oh, you just love that don’t you. Innocent, naive, somewhat pretty girl with big doe eyes that look strictly at you.” She tries to replicate Ashton's wide eyes that drive me insane, but Brit’s icy blue stare doesn't come close. “You’re drowning in arrogance.”When I finally slap her hand away, Ashton marches through her door. Her eyes immediately on Brit. The disdain that Brit has for Asht