Page 46 of Deliver us from Evil

I can’t.

I can’t take it.

This waiting. This supposing and assuming and fuck ton of maybes. Not while Gabriel’s doing God only knows what to my blasphemous little slut.

This time I don’t warn them. I just turn and walk away.

Apollo makes to grab me, but I dodge him. And then I storm the fucking castle gates like I have an army at my back.

Because I do.

They’ll come. Rube and Apollo will be right behind me.

And we’re going to rip Gabriel a new asshole. And then shove foreign objects up it until he bleeds. And then give him a blood transfusion so he can cling to life…only to suffocate him with a pillow made from his own skin.

Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.

Maybe I’m not that calm after all.

But fuck me, I’m good at hiding it.

I stalk up to the door, and I lift a hand to try the handle.

A grin tugs at my mouth when it turns and the door swings open.

But that smile dissolves a second later when I see Trinity standing in front of me. Wide-eyed, face bruised, clothes rumpled, hair disheveled, mouth peeling open like she’s about to scream.

And that’s all I see.

Just her.

Because fucked up as she is,ruinedas she is, she’s so fucking beautiful I can’t believe I’ve been without her for so long.

Mydrug?

Fuck that shit.

She’s the blood in my veins. She’s what makes my heart pump, and my organs work, and my skin glow.

And she’s right in front of me. Like a prayer God answered without me having to even get on my knees and utter a single word.

I’m swelling. Bursting with happiness.

Fuck that—with joy.

And here I thought that was only possible when I was high.

We found her.

She’s ours.

The world is suddenly a better place. A place I might decide to live in a little longer than I’d planned.

But then Trinity’s gone.

Someone’s tackling me from the side.

And I realize it was all a trick.

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