Page 74 of Anathema Codex

"Fine." Sighing, Lakyn turns away from her and I scramble up from the floor as Aftyn stands up in the hallway, tucking his phone into his pocket.

"Wait!" she raises her voice, looking nervous as fuck, and I feel a small smile spread across my lips as she toys with the idea. "Okay. I'll come with you."

"Take off the robe." Lakyn lifts his eyebrows when she doesn't move, and after a moment she reaches down and gathers the fabric in her hands, pulling it up. Higher and higher, it just reveals more skin, and then more.

Naked? What the fuck?

Laughing, Lakyn turns to look at Aftyn, gesturing toward Allisandra as she drops the robe onto the desk. "Check that out. Some things never fucking change."

"That's what the dungeon is for downstairs?" he asks, and Lakyn grins.

"I was actually telling that story while you were off exploring. This place can be fun when the right people are present."

"I'd still like to hear the end of the story," I say, but he only looks at me for a second before his intense blue eyes are back on the priestess, which just makes me want to hurt the bitch more.

If she thinks she can replace me, she has another thing coming.

"You have clothes here?" Lakyn looks her over again as she nods. "Well, then I think you should get dressed. We need to get back on the road."

"Okay, just… um… give me a few minutes. I'll tell Roderick that I'm going to find Beatrix with you." Allisandra is almost out the door, still completely naked, when she stops and turns to look at him. "Can I have your name now?"

"Not yet."

She hesitates again, but then she nods and walks back toward the main church area. Lakyn steps into the hall and both he and Aftyn watch her walk away.

Lakyn drops his hand on Aftyn's shoulder, chuckling. "We'll get your dick wet before this road trip is over. My treat."

"Party favor?" I ask and this time Lakyn grins at me.

"What's a better party favor than the Head Priestess of Beatrix's old stomping grounds?"

TWELVE

Ghost of Bitchmas Past

LAKYN

Now that I’ve finally got some direction on where Trixie has been hiding her rotten gash for the past twenty or so odd years, I’m in a much better mood.

The kid still seems to be sucking on sour grapes, and had he not been mine, I would have given him something better to suck on, butc'est la vie.

I clear my throat as I tune out the two in the back of the truck. Granted, one of them is poking at the other, literally and figuratively speaking, though I can totally get the fun in that. Once I’ve got a chick all nice and tied up, I tend to fuck with them for a little while before the grand finale.

Glancing into the rearview, I chuckle and shake my head as Red pushes the new head emo girl’s gag further into her mouth.

“Careful not to choke her on that. Trixie doesn’t like to play with dead things.”

For the most part anyway,I muse to myself as thoughts of her fucking Basil’s corpse come flooding back.

I shift in the seat as a way to keep my dick from getting hard from the memory, then begin to chew the inside of my mouth thoughtfully. The best thing to do is probably listen to some tunes right now since it’ll help drown them out even more, and it might even perk the kid up.

Leaning over, I press the power button and then the scan button to let the radio search for something. I have no idea what the fuck channels she had these set to, but I’m sure I’ll find something good at some point.

Bingo.

A grin that spreads over half my face takes over as I raise the volume. I begin to tap my fingers along the steering wheel as the temp picks up.

“Stars live in the evening…”

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