Page 145 of Sinister Legacy
“You really are stupid, King,” I grumble, and with my hand clutching his shoulder, I look up at Keira as I stab my own knife in his stomach. It sinks through his flesh like butter.
The feeling is fucking euphoric, unlike anything I could have imagined. I’ve killed before, but there’s something about killing the one person Keira cares about.
Probably the only one.
The girl in question releases a startled scream as King groans in agonizing pain. I slide the knife back out, inspecting the bloodied blade before stabbing him again.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, my lips brushing up against his ear while he bends over me. “See how easy it was to topple the king?”
I wrench the knife back out and reach up to catch the spare devil’s mask Ava throws in my direction. “You were both so fucking easy to fool. You thought Kara was in on this? Fuck no…” I release a taunting, chilling laugh. “She had to play her part, or she would die.”
Ava grins maniacally behind Keira. “Do you have any idea how fucking scared Kara was when she entered the cellar? I was so impressed by her. She played the role of a killer so well… And when King and Madison hacked her to pieces. It was fucking classic.”
“You’re sick!” Keira spits, her forehead beaded with perspiration. “You both are.”
Sliding the devil’s mask over my face, I stare up at her with a wide smile that she can’t see. “Maybe… It’s no fun hunting innocents. True predators need to be challenged. Do you think Mary, who works at the convenience store, is a challenge? Fuck, no. But you…” I point my bloodied knife at her, slowly inching closer to the stairs. “The daughter of Jimmy Hill. Born with the blood of a true monster in your veins. A sinister legacy to go with the famous name. Now that is a challenge.”
“So, you did all this because you were bored?”
Lifting the mask and tapping my bottom lip with the bloody knife, I taste the copper on my tongue and hum. “Maybe a little bit. But you have to admit that it was fun. Brought a little bit of life back into this dead town.” My lips spread into a smile. “Remember when I fucked you like a whore? How much you loved it when I pretended to fuck you like King? You got off on that, didn’t you? Yeah, you did, with your pale little ass in the air, moaning into my pillow like a slut.” I cackle with laughter, sliding my mask back down.
Behind me, King is on his knees, bleeding all over the wooden floor. He looks like a beautiful ghost.
“I’m not fucking happy about that, babe,” Ava snarls, dangerously close to cutting Keira’s neck. She always was possessive, my girl.
Keira’s eyes widen, and I wink at her.
“Only just figured it out, huh? Are you disappointed that I’m not really in love with you or,” I make quotation marks, “‘obsessed’ with you, like your dying lover boy here?” I fake pout beneath the mask while Ava laughs cruelly. “You were all part of a game, but don’t worry. Ava chewed me out real fucking good when she found out I fucked you.” I point my knife at Ava. “That was unfair, by the way, babe, since it was your idea in the first place that I should fuck Keira to piss off King.”
“What did you expect? You should have learned by now not to take everything literally. Of course, I’m gonna be angry when you fuck other girls.”
“See what I have to put up with?” I ask King behind me, who’s stumbling into the couch. “The mixed signals she sends me. I can’t keep up. ‘Fuck her.’ ‘Don’t fuck her.’ It’s a nightmare, that’s what it is.” I aim my sugary smile at Ava. “I think we’re even, babe, considering that I let you fucking stab me in the school bathroom.”
Ava snorts, tearing off her mask. Her angry eyes drill holes into my head. “You think me stabbing you is worse than you fucking another girl?”
“Uh, yeah!”
“It was part of the plan!”
“So was me fucking Keira,” I point out.
Ava removes the knife from Keira’s throat and points it at me. “Maybe I was testing your loyalty.”
“Well, then it’s your own fucking fault, isn’t it? Don’t order me to bang other girls if you don’t actually fucking want me to.”
Releasing a shriek, she’s about to respond when Keira elbows her in the nose, busting it and sending her flying backward.
“Shit,” I dart forward toward the stairs, but King throws himself at me, and we go flying to the floor in a flurry of limbs. He’s weak from the blood loss but still strong enough to overpower me. His slippery hands secure my wrists over my head. I buck beneath him, attempting to shove him off. His maddening, demented smile flashes a hint of his sharp incisors. “Got you!”
I spit at him, causing his chest to rumble with amused laughter as I continue to struggle, my feet kicking out on the floor.
A shadow falls over his shoulder. Keira peers down at me with her slim hand fisted in Ava’s blonde hair and the knife pressed to the underside of her jaw.
I swallow down the lump in my throat at seeing Ava so scared. If I get out of this in one piece, I’ll kill them both so fucking slowly that they beg for death.
“I guess we’ll see who the bigger predator is, after all,” King muses, lifting my wrists and smashing them back on the floor. Pain blooms, shooting up my arms.
Rising to his unsteady feet, he hauls me up and throws me down on my back on top of the coffee table. In a swift move, he grabs the knife that Keira hands him and stabs it through my hand, nailing me in place. I release a hoarse scream, and my fingers flare out as blinding, hot-white pain surges through me. I pant through the agony, breathing so harshly that I think I might faint. Ava is crying behind me—the hunter, reduced to prey.
