Page 111 of Savage Scream

“You’re Hush?”

I nod slowly, eyeing Jared in my peripheral as he leans against the wall, watching everything transpire.

“Oh my god!” Rhys cries, lurching forward and pulling me to her chest in a hug. “It’s really you.”

Awkwardly, I hug her back, patting her on the back a little as she squeezes the life from me, and it isn’t until Cynthia pries her off me that I can breathe again.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Rhys whispers, zipping up her lips and throwing away the key in an overdramatic move.

I smile at her and offer her one last piece of information.

“I was the one who killed Terence Hill,” I admit, and her face drops, her normally always moving body falling completely still. “I entered through the ceiling, dropping right into the bathroom of his hospital room in the burns unit. I leaped up on the bed, startling him awake and held up a note for him.” I clear my scratchy throat again, glancing at Cynthia for any sign of horror, but hell, I get the feeling she already knows all of my secrets.

“What did it say?” Rhys whispers, gaining my attention again.

“It said, I’m here on behalf of the girl you call Kitten, to deliver you to hell.”

A sob bursts from Rhys as she slaps her hand over her mouth, tears streaming from her eyes, as her chest rises and falls quickly.

When movement from the corner of my eye catches my attention, I watch Jared stop Shaun from stepping towards Rhys with his arm, holding him back as Rhys stammers over her next words.

“T-then what happened?”

Slowly, a grin tugs at the corner of my mouth, turning my expression sinister.

“Then I slit his throat from ear to ear.”

Rhys’ hands fly to her mouth again, smothering another sob, and this time when Shaun tries to rush forward, Jared doesn’t stop him. Shaun quickly tugs his girl to his chest, wrapping Rhys in his arms before his eyes look up over her head to me.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, and I know that it’s from both of them.

I know everything that happened under the roof of Vixen’s Lodge, and Shaun was a victim of the Feast nights as well.

Breaking free of Shaun’s arms, Rhys hugs me again, thanking me over and over, and I want to say I didn’t tell her to get thanks. I told her so she could get more closure, but Shaun whisks her away to her room before I can voice that, and I’m left standing with Cynthia.

“You knew all of that, didn’t you?” I ask her, and she grins slyly and nods.

“Not at first, but just so you know, Dee. Will and I also do extensive research into the people we bring into our home, and even though it was after you were already here with us that we started to get the information you had hidden so well, we still chose to have you here with us.”

Damn.

Now it’s my turn to tear up, Cynthia’s face going blurry as I try to bat away the tears that are falling faster than I can move.

Cynthia pulls me in for a hug of her own, and I swear I’ve never been hugged so much in my life, and since I know it’s probably the last hug I’ll ever have, I linger a little longer, drawing it out.

Jared steps in after that, no longer willing to share me, leading me to my bedroom where we close ourselves in for the night.

I’m nervous, and emotional, and nearly ready to lose my mind completely because this is it. This really is my last night with Jared, and he doesn’t even know it.

I thought about telling him, but I’m a coward. I can’t do it, and I just have to hope that the hate he feels when he finds out I’ve left doesn’t taint his beautiful soul.

“You’re amazing. You know that?” Jared asks, holding my head in his big hands and leaning down to press his lips to mine. I don’t answer him, because I feel nothing but shame for the deceit I’m about to rain down on him, and instead I lose myself in his kiss, knowing this is the last time I will ever feel this sort of love.

Our clothes come off in a hurry, and before I know it, I’m flat on my back, half on and half off my bed as Jared dives between my legs, his tongue devouring me.

I let go completely, grinding my pussy against his face, searching for more and knowing how close I am to coming already. He owns my body in this moment. Controlling me like a puppet and playing me like a fiddle.

When he sinks two fingers inside me, I shatter, grabbing my pillow and slamming it to my face as I scream into it, like I seem to do each time I lose myself with this guy.

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