Page 78 of Sleeping Redemption
From there, we both brainstormed different strategies to remedy the issues at hand while I prepped the meat to be cooked over the fire, which lightly crackled, fully ablaze.
We discussed various options, including enlisting a handful of angels to assist us in our search throughout the area. There was strength in numbers, and we needed every celestial and supernatural being to aid in our plight.
Watching the rack of coffee-rubbed venison slowly roast on the grate resting over the flames, I knew we needed to do better by our girl. There had to be a way to ensure she remained on the right path, even if that path was a bit unconventional.
“Look, at least she seems to be evening out. Ya know?” I said, trying to look on the bright side.
With a nod, Sy agreed. “If the three of us can just focus on keeping her content, maybe we will get through this in one piece.”
That’s when the sound of shattering glass pierced the air. Looking up toward where the sound had come from, Kinley’s vanity stool came flying out the now-broken window of her bedroom and through the air before crashing onto the lawn.
I heard Sy’s concerned words from beside me. “What the fuck?”
While we stood there frozen by the unexpected disruption, she pitched a plastic bin through the massive hole in thewindowpane. When the box hit the ground, an explosion of silicone dicks lewdly bounced across the lawn.
It was an obscene display of variously shaped toys in unnatural colors. The collection now strewn across the grass ranged from human cocks, wobbly tentacles, and what appeared to be an accurate representation of a hellhound dick.
For the briefest of moments, I wasn’t sure if I was impressed or horrified at the accuracy of the dildo. Anyone who had ever seen a male hellhound around a bitch in heat would know that it was accurately shaped with all its swells, ridges, and barbs.
Lastly, rolling to my feet was the rattlesnake of sex toys, a vibrator that must have turned on during its epic journey into the outdoors.
Coming from the bedroom, we could now hear Kinley’s rage-fueled yells and more sounds of items being smashed inside.
Both Sylas and I snapped out of our daze of disbelief and jogged for the door. Running through the kitchen, I rounded the corner into the foyer, where I slowed my steps for a moment as something caught my eye.
The front door hung half-open. Instantly, a cold sweat washed over me, prompting me to move as quickly as I could up the stairs. I nearly shoved Sy over the banister as I pushed past him halfway up to the second floor.
I didn’t give a shit about the growl that erupted from him on my way by; if Kinley was in distress or danger, I would cut down anybody who got in my path.
Sprinting down the hall, I burst into her room, nearly taking the door off its hinges in the process. I stared wide-eyed, greeted with a disastrous sight laid out before me.
Her typically pristine bedroom looked like a damn warzone. There were broken lamps with crooked shades, shelves devoid of their contents, pillows scattered, mirrors no longer intact, andthe down from her duvet floated in the air on its descent to the floor.
Amongst all the destruction were blackened petals, stems, and so many damn photographs it was dizzying.
Sylas came up beside me, taking in the chaos that had unfolded in Kinley’s bedroom.
“Where the fuck are you hiding motherfucker?!” Kinley’s voice screamed out from inside her walk-in closet.
Both of us immediately turned, and as we got to the doorway of the closet, she came out wielding a roll of holiday wrapping paper. She swung it wildly, and I just barely ducked out of the way.
On the backswing, she flung the entire tube of gift wrap at Sy, who batted it away with ease.
Her cheeks were flushed red, and her captivating blue eyes were dark with fury. She didn’t even seem to notice us standing there, even when she pushed between us on her way to her dresser.
Kinley began pulling out each drawer of her dresser, emptying its contents onto the floor before roughly discarding the entire thing to the side and repeating the process.
“He’s here! I know he is! I’m going to find him. Then, I’ll burn his cock and smoke it like a cigarette.” A twisted grin formed around her words.
Sy tried to approach, and she jabbed a finger in his direction while spitting out her words. “You’re hiding him, aren’t you?”
He didn’t make another movement as he shook his head. “No, Kin. I’m not. Just take a min—” Sy’s plea for calm was interrupted when Kinley tossed a book at him. It missed by at least a foot before striking the wall behind him and falling to the floor with a hard thunk.
“Don’t lie to me! I will resurrect every ghost of the past and slaughter them all again if it means finding him,” she vowed witha shaky voice. “I will not be his or anyone else’s. I will fuck a duck before I allow more flowers to burn.”
Kinley stalked over to her makeup vanity, muttering words of nonsense to herself. All I could make out was something about hellfire and pompoms. She grabbed a tube of lipstick and began drawing strange symbols on the walls in an abrasive shade of red.
My eyes glanced around the room, and when I saw the message written across Kinley’s headboard, my gut sank into an intense state of dread.
