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I look back at Mitch, and he has a smirk. The way he eyes my body up and down makes me shiver in disgust.

“I went back to the club and saw you dancing and luring people to you. I knew I was going to talk to you again, and then the agent showed up.” His face twists in anger and annoyance at the mention of Agent Cooper. “I followed you back to his place.”

I shiver at the thought of this guy knowing exactly where I’m staying. He was right under our noses, and we never figured it out. Agent Cooper is going to be furious when he finds out. If you don’t die here first, I think to myself. No, I’m making it out of here alive.

“I watched and waited until you went out again. I put a tracker on the agent who took you out. I put it underneath his car when he knocked on the door to come get you. When I saw you at the club, I had to get your attention.” Just as I thought, this was too coincidental for him to have randomly seen me there. “You ignored me, and I hated it. I thought it was because of your date, and I almost killed the FBI agent on the spot, but I had already killed that night, and all I was looking for was a chance to get to know you.”

I’m going to vomit. It’s never going to happen, buddy.

“I thought you brought her here so we can kill her,” Mitch reminds him. He takes a step forward, getting too close for my liking. “But maybe—” He grabs a piece of my hair and I yank my head away. He lets that piece fall from his fingers. “She is pretty. Maybe we can keep her and fuck her.”

The drug is finally gone, and my power tries to unleash itself, but I can’t do anything. I know my eyes have turned blue when I hear them gasp.

“She’s mine, Mitch. I simply had you help me. With someone like her, you always need an accomplice.”

Mitch looks down at his gun, but before he can react, Zack pulls out a gun of his own and shoots him in the forehead. I hold in my scream. He falls to the floor with a loud thump, blood pooling from the wound. Zack immediately starts marking the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t let this body go to waste,” he says, paying attention to what he’s doing. I try to free myself from the ropes again, but they’re secured tightly. The magic digs into my flesh like knives, and blood drips down my fingertips.

“What will the supernatural give you in return?”

“You,” he says, looking up at me before finishing the sigil markings on the floor.

Chapter 29

Zelyah

He’s preparing for another ritual. He’s giving the supernatural more fuel and power in this world. I need to stop this, or else who knows what will happen if whoever is behind this gets stronger. Zack has no idea the amount of trouble he’s in by killing humans and supernaturals.

“I need to hurry so we can get out of here. Someone may have heard or seen us and have alerted the cops,” Zack says, furiously writing those markings on the floor.

I fucking hope so. They need to arrest this lunatic before he does more damage. I can’t get out of my bindings, but as soon as they come, they’ll release my ropes, and I’m taking Zack with me and killing him slowly. I intend to make sure I stab him deep and painful for every killing, for every murder he’s committed. I’ll make him beg for mercy and not give him any. He’ll watch as I unleash my full wrath on him. At least that’s the plan in my head.

“So how, exactly, will that happen?” I ask in hopes I can delay him longer by having him multi-task.

“Well, I like my age now, and I gave him an extra kill. He’ll ask me what I want in return, and I’ll let him know I want you.”

Nope, not happening. I try again, moving against the ropes, and this time the shackles around my body tighten more

“Look, bro. You’re messing with a supernatural. They don’t give a shit about humans, believe me. He’s going to get here and kill us both. There are some really strong supernatural beings, and whoever this is will probably end up using us as slaves.” Maybe I can try reasoning with him and make him understand that what he’s doing is dangerous.

“Just wait, Zel, you’ll see.”

Nope, everything I’ve said went over his head. I can’t reason with this guy, which is probably why he was chosen. Whoever picked him studied him and knew he’d be an easy target. All he had to do was give Zack what he thought he wanted, and Zack fell right for the plan. The pressure is maddening. It feels as if someone is sitting on my chest. Now that the drugs have worn off, my claustrophobia rises to the surface.

“Zack, please stop.” The floor begins to shake. “At least untie me.” I hate being stuck, I hate elevators, small spaces, and not being able to move. I’m starting to panic.

“No. You’ll escape. Just a few more minutes, and once he’s here, I’ll untie you. Sound like a plan?”

Now he’s trying to reason with me, but that’s the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard. There is no way for a person, human or supe, to automatically like you. At least, I don’t think there is. Fuck! I don’t know. All I know is I need to untie myself before shit hits the fan.

“No, that idea sounds like a sure way we’re both going to die,” I scream out. I need to get out of these bindings.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve never done this one before. This is the other spell the man gave me. He said once I was satisfied with my age, use this other one.” Once he’s done, he stands up and pulls a piece of paper from his pocket.

“Oh Goddess, no. Zack stop!” I try again. Everything in this room is flying around me. I feel like we’re in the middle of a tornado, and he hasn’t even started saying the spell yet.

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