Page 18 of Hollyhocks

Her desire for him makes me furious. So, I’m going to kill her and feast on her regret.

Because she will. She’ll wish she never spoke to Fitz by the time I’m done with her.

I roll the window up, hating her stench that lingers in the air. The condensation where I declared my love for Fitz is ruined in streaks, reminding me of the tears Lily will shed.

Pushing the gear shift into drive, I slam my foot on the gas and cut in front of a car. A horn blares at me which causes me to slip my attention to the rearview mirror to see a man behind the wheel gesturing with his hands.

He’s clearly angry.

Rolling down the window, I flip my middle finger in the air. “Better count this day as your luckiest or I would slit your throat to match the damage I’d do to your tires, asshole.”

He speeds around me, matching my pace, and he rolls down the passenger side window.

“You crazy fucking bitch!” he shouts, teasing me with danger as he jerks the car in my lane.

I don’t move like he expects me to. The front left side of his bumper hits the side of my door. I only wave my hand at him.

“Fuck you,” he yells, his dark furry brows pinching together to create one.

I drop my disguise, allowing my real self to show, and I flash my fangs. He screams, drifting the car to another lane.

“No, fuck you! You desperate, sad, pathetic man.” I point in front of him. “Watch out.”

He finally looks out the windshield and screams at the top of his lungs before a semi hits him head-on. He wasn’t wearing his seat belt. His body flies out of the windshield, directly into the silver grill of the truck.

I’m able to smell his blood and his death. I tug on the chains attached to my nipple rings and moan, my panties becoming soaked with need. The only man who can sate the craving is Fitz.

Needing to play along because a terrible accident has just occurred, I pull over into Demi’s Diner parking lot in a hurry.Lily is standing in the grass, covering her mouth from watching the accident occur.

Cloaking myself in disguise, I open the door and step out of the van. The parking lot is paved, so dark that if I spilled her blood, it would have the appearance of a water puddle.

“Terrible thing that happened.” Pushing the hypnotic tone of my siren in every word.

“I know. And it happened so fast. Are you okay? He was in the wrong following you like that. If you need a witness, I have your back. Us women need to stick together, right?”

I side-eye her, not liking how supportive and nice she is. If I were human, I would have been all about girl power, but now? It’s survival of the fittest. I’m better on my own.

Trusting people always comes with strings attached. She might be supportive today, but the moment I tell her Fitz is mine, she’d turn her back on me so fast.

And I don’t stab from the back.

Taking risks with my fated mate isn’t an option so long as Lily is alive.

“It wasn’t me. It was someone else he was road raging with,” I say, adding a whimsical sound to my statement.

She turns to me, eyes glassy with a wide smile. “You’re right. I got you confused with someone else. I’m sorry.” Her voice is distant, proving my abilities should work on her.

“You know what you should do, Lily? Because you’re such a girl’s girl,” I grin, pushing her hair behind her shoulders.

Her desire for me heightens. She leans in, wanting what she can never have.

“You should go walk into the road and have a car hit you. It would be such a tragic accident. Maybe you were that angry man’s mistress. You saw what happened to him and—” I place a hand to my chest, feigning sorrow, “—you couldn’t take living life without him.”

She nods, her eyes watering with tears. “I did love him, didn’t I? It was so sad watching the accident. Do you think he thought of me?”

I beg to run my claws through her hair, watching the car catch fire with his body hanging halfway out of the windshield. “Probably not,” I reply, turning her to face me.

A tear drips down her cheek. “No?”

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