Page 94 of Haunted Prey

I stared at her, remembering everything I promised.

That we’d get this shit out of our heads together.

No,I snapped, sharp and clear in my mind.No, you’re pathetic. You’re not even real. You’re not my sister. You're just a crazy bitch in my head.And you don’t control me anymore.

“You don’t control me, anymore,” I said out loud.

Eve’s eyes widened. She let go of my hand and sat back. I stared at the fear on her face.

That’s the last fucking time I make her that afraid.

I got to my feet and turned on the demon who looked like my sister. I moved on her with all the stealth and grace given to me. I knew I was stabbing at nothing but air, but in my head, the blade hit true, right into her black fucking heart.

My sister stood there and growled at me. She screamed. She cursed at me. But I only looked at her, with the knife in her heart and I saw the black blood dripping down, staining her gown.

I watched her bleeding out as I called to Eve. “Tell me again.”

Eve stood behind me, taking a moment before speaking. When she finally did, her voice wavered as she repeated her words. “I was just a girl,” she stammered. “My father took me to the warehouse. He told me to be wary of squatters. I caught someone in the bathroom. I got scared and thought it was one of them. I screamed. My dad came running and told me to leave. I didn’t know it was her. I swear, Emery, I didn’t know.”

Her words broke into soft, trembling cries, repeating over and over. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know.”

The knife dropped. My sister screamed and cried, but I turned from her. Somehow, I managed to tune her out as I turned back to Eve. Eve, who had tears streaming down her face.

I went to her and wiped those tears away. “It was an accident.”

She stared at me like she didn’t recognize me. “Wh-what?”

“It was an accident, Evee.”

Her face twisted as more tears came. My sister's voice faded in the background.

Something cold hit my ear. Then another on my neck. We looked up and saw snowflakes the size of quarters spilling down. One of them landed on Eve’s nose.

She rubbed it away. Even with her red eyes and nose, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“I’m sorry, Emery, I’m so sorry,” she said.

“I know.”

I pulled her into my arms and let her sob in my chest, burying my face in her hair.

“I hope that’s the last secret you have to tell me, baby,” I said against her.

Her little burst of laughter mingled with her sob. “I promise, Emery. I promise.”

PART 4

SOME TIME TO KILL

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

EMERY

I had her pinned against the window. My hand encircled her neck possessively as I moved in her from behind, each thrust jolting her upward along the glass.

The snow had turned to icy rain, and the sun had vanished hours ago. In the dark, soft tapping echoed against the large red window. Droplets shimmered faintly in the light outside, their patterns reflected in the glass. Eve’s breath fogged the pane with every quick, panting exhale.

Her head tilted back, damp hair falling into her eyes. Her lips parted, breathless moans and delicate whimpers spilling from her mouth, so soft and sweet they sent a shiver down my spine.

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