Pussy whipped.
An image of Avril spread out and begging for us flashed into my mind and a smile twisted over my face.
There wasn’t much I wouldn’t have done for the chance to put my cock in that sweet cunt.
Even Titus was captivated by her.
It didn’t make sense, but I wasn’t going to question it.
Whatever happened, we were bound to her now.
Our little sister was a cunning little witch, and I couldn’t deny how much I loved to make her moan.
The familiar scent of burning incense and old magic invaded my helmet as I raced through the outskirts. Here, the shadows felt alive, watching with prying eyes from every corner and alleyway.
I dodged through the heart of Messana until I reached an area where life seeped into the air and filled it like smoke.
I pulled up outside a rundown three-level apartment building and cut the engine. The silence after the motor died was deafening.
The place looked abandoned—the perfect cover for someone like my little rat.
Rye had done his job, but the change of venue for the meeting was irritating.
I’d had a plan.
But now that plan had gone to shit, and I was about to take it out on a Rye’s worthless hide.
He was probably pissing himself right about now—I wondered if he’d guessed I was coming for him.
I stopped in front of the apartment building and looked up at the dilapidated structure.
What a shit hole.
I muttered a ward over my bike to keep it hidden, and then turned toward the building, closed my eyes, and reached out with my magic.
Awareness of the structure of the building, and the lives inside it, flooded into my mind.
Three heartbeats— No.
Five—
Erratic and heightened.
Druggies.
Ashroot addicts, most likely.
Lots of trauma to numb down at this end of the city.
Easy prey.
Time to get this over with.
Maybe Rye would have a name for me this time. I was in need of a name.
Or something more useful than the bullshit he’d spun the last time I’d pinned him to a wall.
The front door was open, and I nudged it wider with the toe of my boot so that I could slip inside.