Page 94 of Sinful Skulls
“Don’t make it too easy for him,” I tell Brody.
Brody slowly eases his hold, keeping him against the wall while giving him a death stare. Henry gasps for breath, coughing.
Jesse and Dirk join us shortly after.
“What have we here?” she asks, walking over to Henry and running her red nails through his hair. “Your brother was prettier than you …” she taunts, clicking her tongue in his face. “You know, I think I left my wood burner last time we were here.” She backs away looking around the room. “Well, will you look at that. It’s still here!”
“Let’s get you home, baby,” Jacob says, urging me from the room.
“No.”
Brody glances at me over his shoulder. I can’t read his face, but I’m sure he’s angry at me. Rightfully so.
“He’s mine,” he says, his voice low and deadly. “If you want to watch, fine, but I’m telling you right now, it’s going to be bloody.”
Jesse claps and flips the chair Henry just occupied. “Let the show begin!” she cheers.
Brody turns his attention back to the man whose life is in his hands. He places his forearm over Henry’s neck. “What did you do to her?”
“Nothing!”
“I saw the painting!” Brody yells, spitting in his face.
My heart drops to the pit of my stomach.No. No. No.
“All I did was paint her. It was my blood. I didn’t hurt her.”
“So she undressed herself?” Brody asks, applying more pressure to his throat.
“I had to. She was asleep, but I didn’t touch her.”
Brody reaches in his pocket and pulls out his knife. “Hold him down.”
Jacob and Dirk jump into action.
“He likes blood. We’ll give him blood.”
And that’s the last thing he says before he begins.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Daisy
Rachel sits down beside me as I stare at the dragonfly on the barn. “They’ll be back soon.”
Jackson found me on the side of the road and brought me here. It was closer than the warehouse I remember him saying, but I haven’t paid much attention. I don’t even feel real right now. Nothing is real.
“She was going to tell you. She was just trying to figure out how.” She sighs when I don’t respond. Willow walks over and hands her a little box. A silent exchange happens between the two of them.
When Willow steps away, Rachel opens it. She dangles the chain in front of my face. “You are here for a reason.”
Tears spring to my eyes as I recall the day Elizabeth handed the necklace to me on the beach.
“An angel is near.”
“I’m dying, Daisy. I don’t have time to beat around the bush with you. Listen to me, and I’ll tell it to you straight.”
My shoulders fall, and I wipe my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
