Page 114 of Sinful Mates

No. I wasn’t stopping until every last one of them was trapped inside me. I took every cut, every torture, every panic, and scream. Isis wept inside me, sharing all the pain. Tears blended with blood.

Both Castor and Slade shouted in my ear, the sound turning to background white noise, fading to nothing but bleak darkness.

I woke on the ground in Slade’s arms. “Sugar, please wake up.” He stroked sweaty hair from my face.

Blood coated my clothes. Gashes marked my skin. Fuck.

Demons writhed inside of me, begging to return to their hosts and feed from them. They hated being inside me because they knew their fate with me. Banishment. Death. Nothingness.

Oh, they’d get life. Plenty of it. Just not with me.

Despite my mates’ protests, I sent out my magick, searching for other hosts. The power Slade and Castor boosted me gave me the extra bump I needed to find my targets.

Fingers clawed, I thrust my hands out, casting the demons from my body. Dark clouds bled from my fingers, swirling in the air like foul darkness, entered the police station. Demons howled with delight as they sought out the men responsible for inflicting the women’s pain and bringing the demons into existence. When they found their targets, they infected them, feeding off their anguish and darkness.

Thin threads connecting me to the demons enabled me to sense the agony of the afflicted. Pain. Terror. Panic. Anxiety. Giving up and wishing for death. Those responsible for breaking the women, trailing my men, the Jackals, their families, and staff of the club’s businesses, received the same in kind.

Cracks splintered through minds. Glass shattered as they broke. Souls fractured, egos wrecked. Demons feeding in a frenzy, leaving no place untouched.

Flailing, whimpering men and women spilled out of the station onto the sidewalk. They wandered about like they didn't know where they were. Mindless zombies controlled by demons.

Respite tingled along my skin as the women finally found peace from the memories and trauma that ruined them.

I wasn’t done just yet. I had two more men to destroy. Superintendent Knight and his acting replacement.

My feet carried me inside with my men close behind, protecting my back.

“Sugar,” Slade said as we entered the sliding door. “Your minute is well and truly up but I am living for this fucking chaos.”

“Glad you approve, my fiery mate.” I flashed him a quick smile, moving deeper into the building without any officers at the reception area to stop me from getting through the desks, the administration, the interview rooms, and holding cells.

“Get Zethan,” I told Slade. “Daddy and I will do the rest.”

“Just as bossy as your daughter.” Slade pecked me on the cheek, and I smiled as he left us.

“Which way to the superintendent’s office?” I asked my hacker mate, since he probably reviewed the structural plans of the building.

“Two lefts and last on the right.” Castor set his hand on my back and let me take the lead for once.

We burst into the acting superintendent’s office, finding two men on the floor, crawling on their hands and knees. One I recognized. Superintendent fucking Knight.

I kicked his boot and he whimpered. “What’s he doing here?”

Castor’s eyes whitened as he accessed his Thoth highway. “Pulling the strings on this little bitch despite his suspension.” He jerked his head at the acting superintendent.

Reckoning thumped on the bond, calling to me as Castor clasped his neck, shoving him against his desk, making it scrape against the floor a few inches. He sniveled and recoiled. The other man groaned and curled up in a ball.

Wrinkles etched his face like a worn canvas. On the outside, he appeared strait-laced. White shirt, navy suit, and matching tie. Gray hair brushed to the side like a private school boy. On the inside, the demons delighted at his depravity and darkness.

“Can you hear me?” I asked him.

Blackened, dead eyes stared past us. Demons whispered to me, seeking entry into my mind to consume my suffering.

Castor squeezed his throat to get him to speak.

When he didn’t, I realized I had to work my magick again. “I’ll have to draw out his demons long enough to hold a conversation with him.”

My mate nodded, leaving me to it, his pleasure scaling at my reckoning. He released the man’s neck and shoved him backward.

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