Page 27 of Daring Her Vampires
“He’ll die. Same as you.” Atlas speeds forward and wraps his hand around his throat.
“Killing me won’t stop him.” He flashes his fangs.
“Where is he?” Atlas demands.
“You know I can’t tell you that. But he hopes you enjoy the present.” He drops his head back when Atlas digs his nails in.
“What the fuck? The body?” Atlas asks. Marcus shrugs. “Why should I keep you alive?”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Why didn’t you leave after you dropped the body?”
“Fuck you,” he hisses, and cringes when Atlas punches his throat, but doesn’t reply.
“He wants to die.” I tilt my head and move forward.
“Sally,” Bash hisses, holding his arm in front of me.
“Why else would you come in here?” I ask, stepping between Bash and River.
“Dammit, mate,” Luca says, but I don’t stop.
“He knew. He could feel the power.” I stop behind Atlas, and Micah blurs to my side. Visions hit me fast and furious, and I reach out, bracing against Atlas’s back.
“Sally,” Atlas says.
“He’s done horrible things,” I whisper, seeing the destruction. “He hates himself and what Fredrick has forced him to do. The body was the last job he will do for Fredrick.”
“Jesus, Sally,” Micah says, grabbing my elbow when I sway.
“He wanted to come.” My gift doesn’t warn me before it comes, but it’s hardly ever this intense or sudden. “He heard about us. He knew he wouldn’t leave the room alive. That’s what he wants. He liked Allie and didn’t like what Fredrick did, but he didn’t stop it.” The room spins around me, and all I see are the images of his life and the pain he has caused. “Kill him.” I exhale harshly. “Kill him,” I whisper. “He needs to die. He’ll continue to cause pain and death to innocents.” I feel arms around me and recognize Luca’s scent. “Atlas, end him. He will kill again. And again. And again.” Fuck, my eyes are heavy. I feel the emotions of his victims. “He loved it. He didn’t feel anything when he killed them. The regret came later.” My legs give out, and Luca catches me, holding me against his chest. “He won’t stop. He won’t.”
My eyes roll back.
“Fuck.” I sit up, holding my head. Prying open one eye, my bedroom is too bright, and I shut it. The last thing I remember is Luca picking me up. Atlas was holding Marcus against the wall, and I wonder if he killed him like I asked.
My gift is a pain in the ass.
Reluctantly, I open my eyes and brush my hair out of my face. I squint at the clock on my bedside table. Eleven in the morning. I feel like I was drinking all night. I’ve had visions for a long time, but this was the worst. Usually, I don’t see or feel so much death. I could feel his reaction. He felt joy when he was killing.
“Sally?” Atlas is outside the door.
“Yeah.” I smack my lips. My mouth feels yucky. I look down. I’m still in my dress, and one of my boobs is hanging free.
“Can I come in?” he asks.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I screech, jumping off the mattress. Rushing to the closet, I grab jeans and a tank top and fly into the bathroom. I forget about my headache as I look in the mirror.
Yikes.
Smokey eyes are glamorous. After sleeping all night and part of the day and having the biggest vision ever, it looks like I got in a fight. My eyes are black, and it’s smudged down my cheeks. I strip while trying to wipe my face.
I’m curious about the circumstances that caused Allie to cower in fear. My mates will have to explain, especially if Fredrick comes after her. We can handle anything, but we need to know what we're dealing with. It would be great if I could choose thepremonitions I see. We could capture Fredrick, kill him, and get back to driving my mates nuts with lust.
After brushing my hair, I quickly dress and clean my teeth. Then, I study myself. It's not my best, but I don’t want them to wait, and I need to know what happened.
Grabbing my phone from my purse, I open my door and step into the living room. Atlas is sitting at the bar in the kitchen, and I freeze. My mate looks delicious in his leather, but today, he’s wearing dark jeans and a tight black T-shirt, and I can’t decide what I like better.
