Page 29 of Fated to Monsters

“But it does,” I tell him. “I spent my entire life there.”

“I know. I believe you. But it does beg the question, why was it completely erased from history?”

9

Bo

Istand just outside the kitchen, leaning against the wall, and eavesdrop on Wren and Sydney’sprivateconversation.

How dare he think that he can whisk her away to chat without involving the rest of us?

It’s nothing that juicy either, only some minor details about our entire homeland pretty much being completely unknown to the world outside of Prania.

But I’m no stranger to my past being erased completely.

Us demons did what we could to preserve the buildings that housed the literature and recordings of our existence, but hunters did everything they could to make sure not even an ounce of us remained.

They killed us, and then removed any trace of what we may have left behind.

Our legacy disappeared out of sight like dust in the wind.

So the information leaving Sydney’s mouth is no surprise at all.

The hunters want us gone in every way possible.

And they have stopped at nothing to make that happen. Only, Wren threw a big fucking wrench in their scheduled programming when she turned on them and got herself a fated mate that was one of the most powerful demons of all.

It’s kind of funny, really, if you think about it.

The one major component in their plan for world domination ended up being the very person that brought it to a staggering halt.

Sure, Wren may have evaded Parla’s grasp, but Parla is still in Prania, slaughtering innocent demons and following through with whatever eradication she can.

Wren being gone isn’t going to stop Parla from being a conniving bitch.

Maybeinnocentwas a bit of a stretch but still, they’re unjustly killing people that don’t deserve to die. I don’t know what could be more innocent than that.

Wren has taken her fair share of demon lives, but so have I. Not only demons, but hunters, too. Anyone who threatened me—or Dash and Wes—met the fate that I decided was best fit for them.

It’s a shame I didn’t get a chance to end that wendigo before we were thrown into another realm. It’s no surprise that we desperately needed out, but it would have been nice to have a bit less unfinished business in a realm that I have no clue how to get back to.

Parla and that wendigo need to die, and it won’t sit right with me until they do.

Although, they would be doing me a solid if they went ahead and offed each other since they’re enemies anyway.

But then that would deprive me of the gratification of doing it myself, and I don’t think I’m ready to give that up.

Wren shoves her head around the corner and into the hallway. “You’re not being subtle, Bo. I can hear you all the way in here. Either stop breathing or get in here.”

“Birdie, I was just…” I run my hand through my hair and pretend she didn’t give me a slight start.

“Chop chop, big boy.” She snaps her fingers, and it’s like every fucking fiber in my stupid body responds to her command.

I hate the control she has over me.

She could saysit, Boand I’d sit.

Roll over, Bo, and I'd roll over.

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