Page 123 of Dance With A Devil
But I’m already there.
Steel sinks into his side, and his scream punches through the trees like a siren song.
Yes.
Yes!
This is the part I live for.
His blood stains my hands. His panic feeds me. His pain hums in my bones like electricity.
“You stabbed me?!” he shouts, clutching his side.
“That’s not the only thing I’m going to do.”
I ram my fist into his face, the brass cracking bone with a sound like a snapped branch. He crumbles. Moaning.
“Beg me.”
“Fuck you,” he gasps, blood already filling his mouth.
“Wrong answer.”
I grab him by the throat andsqueeze. I want to feel the life drain out of him, second by second.
“You think you can talk your way out of this?” I snarl. “After what you did to Kellan?”
He chokes. “I, it-it wasn’t me!”
“Don’t lie to me.” My vision pulses red. Rage sears through my spine. “So youdidn’tcut his ears off? Or peel his fucking face off like a Halloween mask?”
Chad’s face contorts. Guilty. Caught.
“That’s right,” I growl. “You skinned our brother alive and buried his body onourland. Thought we wouldn’t recognize him without a face?”
I slam the blade into his gut, just enough to keep him conscious. Just enough to make himfeelit.
Again.
And again.
One stab for each lie.
One cut for every scream.
Then I start slicing off his fingers, singingThis Little Piggyas I go. His cries turn feral, snot and blood pouring down his chin. “I’m going to kill you, Wyck!” he shrieks. “My father will-”
“Ihopehe comes. Iprayhe tries.”
I lean in close, whisper against his ear.
“Because what’s coming for him makes this look like foreplay. And your whore of a mother? She’s going on the black market. By the time I’m done, they’ll be using her body to mop the fucking floors.”
His eyes go wide. He sobs.
“What about my sister? She’s just a baby-”
“She’ll be raised by Devils. Or maybe one of my Wicked Girls. You know what that is?” I laugh, sharp, feral. “They’re like us. But worse.”
