Page 122 of Dance With A Devil
The game’s not over.
The Devil’s just getting started.
Movement flickers in the corner of my eye.
“Kevin? Kevin!” a voice shouts, panicked.
Desperate.
“Why don’t you come join him, you little bitch,” Gage’s voice cuts through the dark like a serrated edge, the echo of his boots pounding wet earth as he barrels after the next pig. Simon.
I grin. They’ve got this under control. I’ve got a date with a different breed of coward.
Chad.
As I stalk forward, I catch Wells in my periphery, covered in blood, knuckles raw, dragging some poor fuck who thought it was a good idea to break into one of our old strongholds. Rookie mistake. He’ll wish he stayed home with his dick in his hand.
“Chad!” I call out, my voice teasing the shadows. “You little fuck. Thought you could run?”
Branches snap. Leaves rustle.
But it’s just a cat, black as ink, tail curling around my leg like a blessing from the Devil himself before vanishing into the trees.
Fine. Let Chad play ghost.
The night is heavy with sweat and rot. My mind wanders.
To her.
To the girl with the storm in her eyes and sin on her lips. My girl.
Athens.
I imagine the way she looks at me when I’m inside her, like I’m the only thing that matters in a world gone to hell. Her hands cupping my jaw, her nails clawing my skin, her moans echoing in my ears like worship.
I want her.
I wantbloodon my hands andheron my cock.
But first… I’ve got a rat to skin.
A flash of movement up ahead jerks me back. I freeze. There. Crouched low behind a crooked oak like he’s part of the fucking bark.
Poor bastard can’t see a damn thing out here.
But I seehim.
No need to sneak. I want him tohearthe Devil coming.
I slide on my brass knuckles. Pull the blade from my hip. Grip tight.
“Chad,” I call, my voice low, calm, venom-coated. “Chad, you fucking piece of shit… I’m going to murder you.”
He flinches. “Who the fuck, who’s there?”
I step into the clearing, let the moonlight bathe me in silver. “You will die out here.”
He bolts. Tries to.
