Page 131 of Anathema Codex

“You sure about that?” he growls as he reaches forward and grabs me by the hair, pulling me back against him.

“Please!” I scream.

“What a waste,” he whispers into my ear.

When he pulls his dick out of my ass, I can feel the blood slowly running down my leg, but I’m much too ashamed and scared to move.

I can hear Lakyn pull his zipper back up, the sound of his shoes crunching against the gravel, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing.

A few seconds later, I hear him approaching me again and I close my eyes tightly. I don’t want to believe it, but I know what’s coming next. I should have taken a knife with me… but I trusted him. I wanted to be free so badly, with Lakyn Meyer, but that’s not going to happen. It’s not my destiny.

“End of the road, Red. It was fun while it lasted, but just so you know, I’ve had better.”

The words hurt, but not as much as the hatchet, and I don’t even fight it. A life without him wouldn’t be a life at all.

Choking on my own blood, I can’t talk, and I can’t see anything except the dirt, but just before the dark swallows me whole I remember the two words that first bound me to him.

Hail Lakyn.

SIXTEEN

Old Friends

LAKYN

I run a hand back through my hair as I sing along to the song on the radio. I reach over and rest a hand on the box that’s holding Ichabod’s present and drum my fingers to the beat.

“I always told you this would happen, Trixie. Guess you thought I was lying to you, but you should have known better,” I admonish her cheerfully.

The last two weeks have been longer than they should have been and maybe even a little harder, but it’s nice to know that when push comes to shove, I can still boogie with the best of them.

Hell, even better than most.

I left Red on the side of the road somewhere near the hippie camp. I figure they can take the rap for that one. Especially since they’re all smacked up, they’ll more than likely think it was a sign from Trixie’s dearly departed body.

With a grin, I reach for a smoke and light up, then take a well-deserved, long drag.

It’ll be nice to be able to go home and relax now. It took me twenty years to get to this point, and now there’s really nothing left to wonder about.

Trixie’s ass was nice and tight, but that was more than likely due to the kid not knowing that women have more than one hole.

He’s dead; not that he ever should have been alive, or even knew how to fucking live. I can’t say that I was impressed with him, and I wasn’t planning on giving him a chance regardless.

One Meyer is more than enough for this world to behold, and as usual, I came out on top.

Top; that reminds me.

“Hey, Trixie, think Ichabod will be happy to see you again?” I ask with a laugh. “He thought I lied to him when I came back without you, but I couldn’t tell him that you didn’t remember him. It would have broken his ex-junkie heart and then I’d have to service myself until he got over it. I think this is a much better way to patch up that little tiff we had, don’t you?”

I glance at the box and chuckle.

For the first time in her miserable fucking life, the bitch has nothing to say.

Granted, she still has her nose to look down on people, but only if I point it that way.

Bitch,I think irritably as the grin on my lips falters slightly.

I never did give a shit about Beatrix St. Germain or Ichabod Foster.

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