Page 92 of Hollyhocks

“Oh, am I interrupting?” Lorcan stands in the middle of the massacre. He rubs his temples. “You two are keeping me busy and stressing me out. Come on. How dare you have a party without me? I thought we were friends. This is rude. You’re rude.” He points his fingers at us. “I’ll be back for next time.”

He snaps his fingers again, taking the bodies with him and leaving us to clean up our mess.

I stumble backward, the van catching me before I fall over. “I killed my dad.”

“I can go to Purgatory to see if he is there and kill him again.”

I tug Holly to me; uncaring how dirty we are with blood. “You’d do that? How would you even get there?”

“Lorcan is a friend. I know him from when I was in Purgatory. I’m sure I can hitch a ride. I’ll find both of your parents and kill their souls, so they no longer exist in this universe.”

“Would that take me and my sister from existence?” I wonder.

The wind is sucked from her sails. “I’m not willing to risk that.”

“I love you Wild.” I hold her close to me, needing her touch, her scent, and the way she holds me as if she never wants to let me go.

Like I’ll never be alone again.

“I love you too, Doe Eyes.”

She’smyWild.

The Four Horsemen are here, and they are bigger than I remember. Their wings are bigger than mine, and they have oddly stitched skin with bulging muscles. “Did your father say how many facilities there were?” Death asks, picking Storm up by his shirt collar to set him on the ground because the little feral animal is climbing all over him.

“No,” Fitz answers. “He just said there were plenty.” He stressfully runs his fingers through his hair. “I shouldn’t have killed him. I should have talked to him more.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Death sets Storm down again. “I can find his soul in Purgatory. I can get him to talk unless he is already in Hell. Either way, I can talk to him. We will find out where all these facilities are.”

“That makes sense because when I met Holly, she said she was the only one at the facility.”

“Do you think you could take us there?” Abaddon, the leader of the Hell’s Harvesters asks, plucking Storm from Death’s back. “Creed, get control of your kid.”

“This is him under control. Take it or leave it.” Creed taps his nails on the table, clearly bored.

“Demi’s still annoyed with you, huh?” Rhett teases him.

“She’s nesting. She needs her space.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, man,” Famine states, kicking up his legs on the coffee table in the living room.

“I can take you there. It isn’t too far away. I’ll be honest, I can’t remember the exact spot. You’ll have to follow me.”

“This is a big problem.” Conquest flips his blade over his fingers.

“No shit,” War huffs. “There could be more of this fucking guy—” he points to Creed. “Out in the world doing who-knows-what.”

“Hopefully killing all the people that annoy them,” I mumble, staring at my nails.

Everyone falls silent and my sweet mate taps me on the shoulder.

“They are all looking at you, Wildflower.”

I glance up from polishing my talons. “What?”

Creed points to me. “See? Someone who sees logic.”

Abaddon stands from the chair. “No one can just kill whoever they want. We have an order for that. Humans can’t know about the paranormal world. You need to be more careful. We can’t keep cleaning up every mess because they are DNA experiments.”

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