“Why do you keep asking me to kill you?”
“Someone needs to.”
“Even if that’s true, why me?”
“Because I bit you.” My fang throbs, desperate to go another round.
I’ve tried to pull that shit with pliers.
Or string and a doorknob.
String and a steam engine.
Even smashed my face with a rock.
My fang is indestructible.
So am I.
A devil that shouldn’t exist.
“Remy bit me. Does that mean I should kill hi?—”
“Yes,” I growl. “Let me kill him for you.”
“Right.” My Guide makes the cutest annoyed sound. “But what ifinsteadof killing my two best fighters, you let me do my job and heal you?”
Her voice is as soft as the magic working my soul.
I feel her inside me, putting out fires and making shit make sense.
All the while, my venom dances in her veins.
She’s making the pain better.
She’s makingmebetter.
Fuck.
I wouldn’t have bitten Iris if I’d known she washer.
If I’d been thinking.
If I’d been anything but a godsdamned monster.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
Fuck this fang.
Fuck my family.
Fuck this fucking bloodline for ruining everything that’s good. “It’s too late.”
CHAPTER28
IRIS