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The entire plan.

It was all Ashmine’s.

Chapter 9

Silas

Silas impatiently paced outside. “What the fuck is taking them so long?”

Hawk didn’t react, leaning casually against a pine tree in his peripheral.

Silas rounded on him. “Don’t you care if he kills her before we get our revenge? What aboutyourplans?” he snapped at Hawk.

None of them knew each other’s intentions. Just that they wanted their revenge.

Hawk startled, as if shocked, before lifting the mask up and uncovering his face. He exhaled, his breath fogging for a moment before disbursing into the crisp night air.

“Ace won’t betray us. He was hurt the worst, but he wants us together again.” Hawk shrugged.

“Well, I’m glad you fucking think so.” Silas was angry,livid.But it wasn’t at Hawk.

Seeing Ashmine had left him onedge.Off-kilter. Out of control.

He didn’t like it.

“Time’s fucking up,” Silas grumbled before stomping back towards the cabin. Just as he went to storm inside, Ace opened the door.

“Missed me, brother?” Ace beamed at him.

Silas took in his appearance. His clothes weren’t disheveled and there wasn’t any crimson coating him.

"What did you do?”

Ace cracked his neck. “Go on in, she’s ready for you.”

“What about theman?” Silas grunted. They hadn’t discussed his role in this yet.

“He’s out cold, we can handle himafter.” Ace shrugged, knocking against Silas as he made his way outside. “Don’t break our promise.” He threw the words over his shoulder.

Silas ignored him.

Marching into the cabin, he bypassed Ashmine and made his way to the kitchen sink. He opened the cabinet underneath and shoved a few things aside until he found what he was after.

His surgical bag.

“You can remove the mask, Silas.”

“That’s funny.” He laid the bag on the wobbly kitchen table, pushing the bouquet of purple flowers aside. He had watched Ashmine bring these inside, observed as she gifted them to her fuckingboyfriend.

The sod was such an idiot, he had somehow knocked himself out in his fright.

“I thought you couldn’t go any lower. But then you decided to date aprofessorat the school you sold your soul for? Just couldn’t wait to leave us, could you?” He retrieved what he was looking for.

Gloves.

He made quick work of tugging those on before moving onto the next item he needed for his plans.

Speculum.

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