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Okay. He does think I’m Darling. He thinks I’m her and that Priest killed me on accident.

“One day, we will need a favor, Luna, and you can’t tell anyone, much less Priest, what this is because he will jeopardize it.”

“Did you let Madison go?” I ask, my mind blank.

He laughs, the side of his cheek crinkling against his leather coat. “Of course not. Chopped her up into little pieces and fedher to the animals. They’re rather hungry and haven’t seen you since you joined the show on the podium.”

My mouth dries as I shut out the memories.

His harsh thrusts. Pain. Pain radiating between my thighs as people would stare down on me from their seats. In a ring of torment, that’s all they would do.

Was watch.

He reaches for me once more.

This will be the performance of my life.

Chapter Forty-One

luna

Blood sprays across my face, raining murder.

Blow after blow, the boy loses his life at the hands of another. When the other finally has him on the floor, blacked out, or dead, a woman appears at the door, naked with her hair tied back.

“What do you think, lover?” Corbin asks excitedly, leaning in close to brush his lips over my ear. Peppermint and cigarettes, the smell is like a memory that won’t stop replaying.

“I think at least she’s older.”

He laughs, leaning back against his chair as the naked girl stares into the distance with a blank look on her face. Fueled by drugs, her movements are slow. She stops when her feet collide with the unconscious man on the floor before she turns downward, licking the palm of her hand and swiping it over her unshaven pussy. She slowly lowers herself to his cock, tugging on it a few times. He grows stiff in her hand. Maybe not dead. As soon as she can, she arches her back and directs the head of his cock into the mouth of her pussy. Her hips roll as she swallowshim whole, her long hair grazing her tailbone as she rides her body over him.

Still, the man doesn’t move.

The girl rubs her tits, grabbing him by the throat and picking up her pace until her clit hits his pelvic bone every two seconds. Her body quivers before a scream erupts from between her lips.

“So fucking hot,” Corbin answers, watching the girl rape the unconscious man.

We need a favor. You’re not going to like it, but you’re not going to say no. I’m really sorry, Luna, you don’t deserve this.

I knew it was going to be bad, but Jesus.

“Oh, that’s going to be good ass, baby.”

My brows drop inward, and I instantly fix it when I feel myself slip. Before I can ask, someone comes in from behind him as the clapping around us continues, congratulating the girl as if she’d done something great.

“We have a problem.”

When I tune in to listen, Corbin shuffles him away and I’m left alone on a throne I don’t want to be seated on.

The glass in my hand has long since turned warm, and the chatter around me dies. The hairs on the back of my neck stand when I feel eyes moving over me.

Corbin falls to the chair, his hand back on my thigh. “Seems we have an issue coming from the New York tunnels.”

I don’t blink, rolling my eyes and staring back at him with a depth only she could pull. How could I have shared a womb with someone who was so detached from her emotions she didn’t know how to survive. To exist. To be a decent human being. Regardless, shouldn’t I feel something for her loss? For the fact that Priest took her life?

I didn’t and I won’t. That much I knew.

“And?” I turn back to the show in front of me, watching as they drag the deceased man off the stage with a round ofapplause. The girl stares back at me with a blank look, the kind that makes me pause. The room closes in around me.

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