Page 60 of Devour the Dark

“Very well.”

She opens a drawer, then another. “Where are your spoons?”

She’s looking at us.

Speak.

Say something.

“Roc?”

“Second drawer from the left.”

He wants to throw Wendy on the counter and eat her pussy until she cries. He wants to bend the Captain over the couch and fuck him until he can’t see straight.

And then we will devour them.

He snaps to.

No.

Yes.

“Roc?”

The glassin Wendy’s outstretched hand is filled with bright candy pink liquid. “Are you okay?”

I’m hard and hungry and horrified.

“I can’t stay here.” I lurch out of the chair.

“What?” She sets the glass on the nearest table.

The Captain cuts me off. “What’s wrong?”

I pull in a deep breath and slam my eyes shut. If I look at him too long, too closely, I will fall deeper and deeper and I don’t know if I can climb my way out.

You do not control me.

If you say so,the witch answers.

“I need more blood. I need Vane’s blood.” I step around him for the door.

“Right now?”

“Yes. Now.”

“He made you promise not to leave,” Wendy says.

“He didn’t pinkie promise.”

Wendy snorts. The Captain crosses the room to me and puts his hook above the door handle. “If you insist on going, we’re going with you.”

I glance at them over my shoulder. Wendy, smaller on the other side of the room, looking pale and helpless. The Captain beside me, bigger, but somehow more fragile.

“You will be at risk.”

“So?” the Captain says.

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