Page 66 of Scarred Sacrifice
“I just went to shower, and he was there,” I answer. “I tried to fight back, but I kept slipping in the water and blood,” I point out.
Nyx comes back in, his face a picture of pure rage. “If I could bring him back to life, just to kill him again, I would,” he seethes, cupping my face. He places a kiss on my temple before storming off.
“Where is he going?” I ask.
Eden, Betsy, and Bernie all look as clueless as me.
He storms back in, dragging our two lap dogs by the scruff of their necks, like they are children. “You have anything to do with this?!” he barks, pointing at me.
“Fuck, no,” they both answer.
“You sure?!” Nyx growls, dragging them to the bathroom. “Take a good look, because if I find out either one of you had anything to do with this, this is how it will end up,” he threatens.
“Shit. He text saying he was back, but I just thought he meant like as in being a lap dog,” one of them explains.
“Go get cleaning supplies and tarp,” Nyx barks at them. They quickly leave, fear in their eyes.
Ten minutes later, Clare walks in with her bag. “Wow, what happened here?” she asks, taking in the scene.
“Lap dog gone crazy,” I mutter.
She moves behind me and whistles. “This is going to take a good few stitches,” she states.
“Go for it,” I sigh, bracing for the sting I know that’s coming.
The lap dogs come back in, carrying tarp and cleaning products.
“Get in there,” Nyx orders.
“Oh, is that the mystery man?” Clare asks, eying Nyx appreciatively.
“Yeah,” I answer, watching Nyx order the lap dogs around.
“I mean, it’s probably not the right time, but congratulations. Does he have a brother?” she asks.
I snort a laugh. “Not that I know of,” I answer.
“Shame,” she sighs. “Okay, brace yourself. I’m going to numb the area first,” she warns as she jabs me with a needle in various places to numb the area.
“Shit, that stings,” I hiss.
“Sorry, sweetie. Last one,” she warns. “There, all done. That should ease it now for stitching,” she assures me.
“How was the date the other night?” Eden asks Clare.
Clare lets out a groan. “Don’t ask. He brought his mom,” she states.
“No fucking way,” I mutter.
“Yep. I faked having the shits just get out of there.” She snorts a laugh.
I laugh, and my laughter catches the attention of Nyx.
He strides over and crouches down in front of me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes search mine, making sure I’m okay. “What do you need?” he asks.
I smile. “Nothing.” My heart swells.
He places a soft kiss on my lips, until we hear a loud bang, Nyx turns around and as I look up, I see the lap dogs dropping Nathanial’s body on the floor. “For fuck’s sake,” Nyx mutters, standing. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Pick up under hisarms!” he chastises them. “Now you’ve got blood on the fucking rug!” he yells.
