The Other Side of Truth (The Marked Ones Trilogy Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

appraisingly. “So say you are her, huh. What’s the real story if you aren’t fucking them both?”
    I just stared at him in stunned horror, unable to believe that he had actually just asked that.
    “You bloody wanker, how dare you talk to the Arius like that!” James growled as he launched himself at Mike.
    “Piss off, punk. I’m not Karalian, I can ask her whatever I fucking want to!” Mike snapped as he shoved James away like he weighed nothing.
    James hit the floor so hard he nearly bounced. But after a few startled blinks, James looked back up at Mike from his new location on the club floor with a murderous glare in his eyes.
    “Geez, you’re light. You sure you aren’t a girl or something?” Mike scoffed as he looked down at James.
    Without taking his eyes away from the phone in front of him, Damian’s hand shot out and seized Mike by the shoulder. “Lay off him.”
    “Fuck you ! Why the hell should I?” Mike countered savagely.
    Damian finally pulled his eyes from his phone and tightened his grip on Mike. “Trust me, sahavi , you want to find someone else to bother.”
    The two of them had a silent staring match before Mike jerked out of Damian’s grasp. “The truth’s out there whether she likes it or not,” he spat as he and his friend turned and disappeared into the crowd.
    “I didn’t sleep with Travis,” I stated in a numb voice, watching them go.
    Damian sighed, and picked up his glass. He looked at it for a moment, and then tipped the remainder down his throat. When he lowered the glass again he spoke, but all the playfulness in his voice was gone. “I think you and your past need to have a meeting, Arius Nualla, because pictures don’t lie,” he stated as he looked down into his empty glass.
    “Pictures?” I choked out.
    Without looking at me, Damian slid his phone across the bar.
    I picked up the phone, and looked down at the screen. A slight, dark-haired girl and tall blond-haired boy were making out pretty heavily in a hallway. And even though the hallway was dark it was still light enough to allow you to see how tightly their bodies were pressed together. To see how firmly he was gripping her hips and how her fingers were digging into his shirt as she pulled him closer. And then it finally hit me like a slap in the face that I was the girl in the picture and Travis was the blond-haired boy. I mean, I could tell from the shape of our bodies that the picture wasn’t recent, but it was still unmistakably us .
    I slid my finger across the screen to flip to the next picture and nearly dropped the phone. The girl’s legs— my legs—were wrapped around Travis’ waist and my back was pressed up against the wall. My fingers were knotted through his hair, and his hands were under the edge of my skirt cupping my—
    “This is photoshopped,” I said in a shaking voice as I stared down at the pictures. The longer that I stared at them however, the more my heart began to race and things began to flicker behind my eyes. Like lights in the distance.
    “I think you and I both know it isn’t,” Damian said in a quiet voice.
    I shook my head and tried to take a deep breath. “No, this isn’t right—”
    Warm hands cupping my face. Someone’s hot breath whispering my name into my ear. My back pressed up against a wall.
    “I…I’d remember if this had happened,” I stammered feebly.

    “You’re beautiful.”
    “You think I’m beautiful?”
    “Nualla, I have always thought you were beautiful.”

    Lips searching my skin. A warm body sliding against mine, entangled in a sea of cloth.

    “Nulala, I love you.”

    Dark eyes, dark pools of black expanding outward to swallow the world.
    It couldn’t be true. But it was.
    I dropped the phone and ran.

The Makings of a Very Long Night
    Wednesday, October 31st & Thursday, November 1st

    NUALLA

    I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet a heartbeat before I threw up. I could barely see, barely breathe, my head hurt so bad. I