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Jane’s gaze tracked over Nightmare’s sharp features and silver hair, taking him in fully. His beauty. His anger. His magnificence.
Leaning in, she whispered in his ear, “Will you help me kill him?”
Like a dangerous bird of prey, he cocked his head sharply, meeting her gaze. “Yes.”
And on their first night aboard the Titan, they killed a man who deserved no name.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Age 29.
There must have been something deeply wrong with Jane because as Nightmare and Jane walked side by side to her former abuser’s room, a thrilling sensation bubbled inside her.
Jane was hoping her humanity had been rubbing off on Nightmare, but his wickedness might have been corrupting her instead. But she didn’t know if she cared.
No matter. Sometimes, evil men deserved to be purged from the world. Nightmare had taught her that much.
Without knocking, the two of them swung open the door to the man’s estate room to find him fully naked, his miniscule pecker on full display as he hovered over the bed. His wife sat up, tangled in the sheets, her fingers clutching them as if they were going to save her from whatever came next.
The man let out a protest as his hands covered his penis protectively. “What are you doing in here? Get out.”
Their first-class room was much smaller than Jane’s and Nightmare’s. So it was much more crowded. The bed was placednext to a small vanity with a chair slid into it, and when neither Jane nor Nightmare moved to leave, the man took a protective step behind the vanity.
But nothing would save him.
“Get out,” he yelled again. “I will—”
But Jane didn’t get to hear the following words because Nightmare didn’t let him finish. In an instant, he was on him, and a second later, he had ripped off both of his arms before slamming him into the wall by his throat. Nightmare truly had a taste for the gruesome.
The act splattered blood all over the room, coating everything in the dripping red liquid, including the left side of Jane’s face.
“Would you like to do the honors?” Nightmare’s voice was liquid fire as he turned to her.
“Yes,” Jane breathed, and stepped up next to them.
She pulled out the chair of the vanity and placed her leg up on the seat. Slowly, oh so slowly, she slid her dress up until she reached the knife holstered at her thigh. Being a top member of a gang meant she always had a weapon stashed somewhere.
She slid the knife out of its sheath, slowly, the metal sounding against the leather. She flipped it in her fingers, playing with it, toying with him for a moment. Just one moment.
A wicked smile climbed her face as she swiftly thrust the blade into her ex-tormentor’s heart.
“You could have played with your food a little more.” Nightmare’s blood-soaked fingers gently stroked her waist as if he couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
“I am not you.”
“No, you’re not.” Nightmare released his grip on the man, and the body slid to the floor, its lifeless eyes staring straight at the ceiling. Jane cocked her head, taking in the destruction.
The vein in Jane’s jaw ticked, but she didn’t feel bad. It felt right. Killing her tormentorfelt right.
Nightmare ran a thumb along her jaw. “No, you’re you.”
He leaned in and licked the blood off Jane’s face, moving from her jaw up to her cheek and along her temple. As he fed, his fangs dropped, and at the sight, the girl screamed.
“Vampire!”
Nightmare jerked and twisted, the weight of his full attention now on the girl who screamed louder. Jane didn’t have time to stop him. He disappeared from her side, and when he reappeared, he had the girl by the throat, dangling, her feet barely touching the floor. He flashed his fangs, and Jane knew she only had mere moments before Nightmare killed again.
“No,” Jane said sternly, before stepping beside her avenging angel. “Please, don’t kill her.”
