Page 67 of Retaliation
“Fuck, pet,” I moaned, unable to hold back as my daemon shivered with need. “Just as I thought. You taste like heaven, like sunlight. I could suck the blood right out of you.”
Sara coughed out a laugh between her moans, her hands in my hair pulling hard enough to sting. “You’re such a monster.”
“More than you know.” I chuckled. “Although, I suspect you’ll be finding out all our secrets soon.”
She pulled back, her chest heaving. “Andras doesn’t trust me.”
Her eyes searched my face as she spoke. They were hypnotic, an endless sea of blue and green.
I shook my head. “The problem isn’t that he doesn’t trust you, but that he does. You’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, pet. Just like the rest of us. And it scares him.”
“It doesn’t scare you?” She nipped at my bottom lip, and I growled.
“I told you before, if you were to be my death, so be it.” I fisted a hand in her hair, and she cried out as I tugged it back sharply, exposing her throat to me. “But if you ever, ever, run away from me again, little vixen. I will make it hurt.”
Sara grinned, and her eyes lit with desire. “Give me your worst, monster man.”
I chuckled, ready to devour her, just as Levi walked into the room with a tray of food. He arched an eyebrow and turned away, unlocking the steel door and delivering the sustenance to our prisoner. Sara unwrapped her legs and dropped to the floor, attempting to leave me behind, but I hounded after her. Levi came back out and locked the door.
“Is she…alright?” Sara asked, standing on her tiptoes to try to see her friend through the one small window.
Levi nodded, his expression distant. “She’s sleeping. She’ll survive.”
Sara nodded, stepping into his personal space. Levi held still, tracking her every move, and I rolled my eyes. “Get over yourself, brother. She’s not going to run.”
Levi snarled at me even as he stared at our girl, his eyes searching. “Why did you leave the club?”
I stilled, waiting for her answer. He wasn’t the only one pissed off about that.
Sara shrugged and refused to look either of us in the eye. “I just…I—” she stammered, before being interrupted.
“I made her feel guilty.” The pink-haired girl’s face peaked through the slot in the door, her voice still hoarse from my hours of torture time.
Sara shook her head in defiance. ”No, it was my choice to go.”
“No, Sara. You weren’t even thinking about it. I saw you at the club. The way you were with them, the way they hung on your every move. Like some invisible string connected you all. And you smiled, Sara, a real smile.” Tibby’s voice quieted as she cried. “My head was all screwed up, but I couldn’t take that from you.”
I stared at Sara. Seraphina. My gorgeous little vixen. The hurt from Tibby’s betrayal was plain to see on her face. Anger built inside me as I stared at her. It was probably a good thing the girl was locked behind a steel door. Tears welled in Sara’s eyes as she pressed her face to see her friend through the small window.
“Is your mom really dead, Tibby?” Sara whispered.
The girl nodded. “I’m not sure of anything anymore. But I think The Obscuritas are behind it.”
I stepped closer, resting my hand on Sara’s shoulder. “Why do you think that?”
“Because the news of it happening just appeared on my computer. I tried to trace the IP but there was nothing. Just a one-off article popping up in my feed. I think they did it to fuck with me. Laszlo contacted me right after. And my memories…they’re fucked up. Like I can’t place them all in the right order.”
Interesting. I sent the words to Levi. Our faces remained unbothered. You think Laszlo is using mind control on her?
Levi frowned. Possibly. We need to track the last few months of Tibby’s movements. See if we can find out how she actually connected with Laszlo. Something is definitely off.
Sara slipped her fingers through the window. “I’m so sorry, Tibby. I’m sorry I got you into all this.”
Tibby shook her head. “I’m the one who should be sorry. You’re the only person I really care about, and I fucked that up too.”
“I forgive you, Tibby. And those fuckers will pay for what they did to you.” Sara’s voice was low and menacing, and I fucking loved it. Our murderous little angel.
But I wasn’t sorry for torturing the traitor. She almost cost me my girl. Andras would look into her connections with his father. Sara might be willing to believe Tibby, but I wasn’t.
