Page 100 of Descent

“You’re a fucking liar! Did you tell your piece of shit son about this obsession? Is that why he planned to hurt her? To rape her? I should have broken more than his goddamn legs.”

Outrage fills his eyes as he looks up at me.

“Y-you hurt my son? He didn’t fall?”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “Of course he fell. After a nice hard shove he fell all the way down those stairs. I scooped his bitch-ass up and took him to the hospital, though. I could have left him.”

To my surprise, he fights against me. Ronan and Asher each rest a hand on his shoulders, pinning him into place. A grin spreads across my face as I watch him buck and curse me.

“You son of a bitch! You ruined his fucking life. He may never walk right again because of you!”

“No, that would be because of him. It was your piece of shit son who planned to rape the love of my life. A couple of broken legs was just part one of his punishment.”

“The love of your life?” he frowns before looking up at Asher. “I thought she was Putnam’s?”

Ronan and Asher shoot me irritated looks. Oopsies. Guess we really have to kill him now. Not like I wasn’t already planning on it. Guilty or not, he’s an Elder, which means he has more blood on his hands than any human ever should. His death will be celebrated one day. Though, I’m not fully convinced he isn’t behind this. Or maybe it’s him and Dane. Lewis clearly seems to hold some contempt for Henry.

I stand upright, slowly making my way over to my bag of goodies before I rifle through it. It takes me a moment to find what I’m looking for, but when I do, I hold it up like a grand prize.

“A meat tenderizer?” Asher questions.

I don’t respond. Instead, I cross the room, whistling an eerie tune as I do. Lewis’ eyes dilate in fear the closer I get to him, andI can’t help but grin as I allow the darkness inside of me to take over this little interrogation.

“You don’t seem to think highly of Henry Parris,” I say.

“Wh-what makes you say that?” Lewis stutters, his eyes flicking back and forth between me and the cleaver.

My smirk lifts. “Intuition.”

Slowly, I allow my left hand to trace every sharp point of the tenderizer, keeping my eyes on Lewis as I speak.

“Explain.”

His eyes flick to Ronan and Asher before back to me, shakily shrugging his shoulders.

“He’s a prick, no one likes him.”

I nod my agreement. “True, but you seem to have a special kind of hate for him. So, elaborate. You had a crush on Giselle in school, yes?”

Lewis’s teeth clench. “Yes.”

“But she didn’t return those feelings?” I guess.

His jaw tics, confirming that piece of information.

“Of course she didn’t, look at you,” I sneer, attempting to see if goading will pull him out of his quiet shell.

Still, he doesn’t give in.

“That’s why you’re stalking Skyla, right?”

“I’m not stalking a little schoolgirl,” he snaps defiantly.

Oh, it’s going to be like that? Perfect.

“Left or right?” I ask.

“What do you mean?” he asks cautiously.

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