Page 27 of Bound By Blood
To her, he wasalmost as bad as the thing he tortured, but he was onherside. Or was he? He was looking for answers to what happened to herparents, and he would kill these things, but he was as bad as themin some ways, and he was once one of them.
What if he turnedon her when he finished with them? What was that old saying? Theenemy of my enemy is my friend?
She thought itwent that way, but relying on someone who was cruel and could doevil sounded like abadidea to her.
My dad trustedhim. He wouldn’t have given Saber the knife otherwise.
But she didn’tknow when her father last saw him. A lot could change in a fewminutes, never mind weeks, months, or most likely the yearsseparating this man and her dad. What if her father wouldn’t havetrusted him anymore?
It doesn’tmatter,Caro realized with a sigh. This man could be the nextantichrist, and she’d still work with him if it meant finding outwhythe Savages murdered her parents and avenging theirdeaths. She wasn’t sure what that said about her; she also didn’tcare.
“Did you help killCharles?” Saber asked.
The Savage’s lowerlip trembled as he nodded.
Unexpected tearsburned Caro’s eyes, and any sympathy she’d felt toward this thingvanished. “What about my mother?”
The Savage noddedagain.
“How many of youwere there?” Caro inquired.
“Six.”
Which meant therewere most likely six here now, as Saber suspected. The other fourwould be coming soon. They hadn’t sent all six at once because itmight attract too much attention.
The Savages anddemons cared less and less about remaining hidden from the humans,but they wouldn’t want an absolute shitshow of humans and policeconverging on the scene. Instead, they sent two to the back in thehopes of flushing them out the front and sending them running intothe higher number waiting for them.
But since no onehad emerged and these two hadn’t made contact, the other four wouldcome.
“Whydidyou kill them?” Saber demanded.
“We weren’tsupposed to kill him,” the Savage said. “It was an accident andhisfault.”
A strangled soundof disbelief issued from Caro as she stepped toward the man. Saberhadn’t made him eat any body parts yet, but she’d gladly help himget started.
“You murdered mydad and say it’shisfault?” she demanded.
“If he’d come withus like we asked him to,” the Savage whined, “it never would havehappened.”
“Fuck you,” Carobreathed.
The anguish in hereyes roused that unfamiliar urge to comfort someone again. It wasso forceful, he almost released the Savage and went to her beforerecalling how incrediblystupidthat would be.
He shifted hisattention back to the creature beneath him. He didn’t know what itwas about this woman that allowed her to pierce through hisbarriers and make himfeel, but he didn’t like it.
“He fought us,”the Savage continued, “and that bitch of his helped. She diedbecause of it. That’s when he went really crazy, and things got outof hand.”
Before Caro couldcomprehend what she was about to do, she closed the distancebetween them and kicked the Savage in the head. The impact shot hishead to the side and caved in part of his skull. Pain radiated upfrom her toes and into her shin.
Before herparents’ deaths, the idea of harming anything defenseless wouldhave sickened her, but not today. She relished the thumping sound,the blood spilling out of his temple, and the moan he issued.
She releasedanother series of blows to his shoulders and ribs until one of themcracked. She was about to kick him again, but Saber caught her footand stopped her.
“I’ll let you killhim,” Saber promised, “but we still need answers, and he has to beconscious for those. His friends are going to come soon. These twohave been gone for too long.”
Caro jerked herfoot away from him and took several steps back. He was right, theyneeded more answers, but a sick feeling was building in herstomach.
Now that she’dunleashed some of her wrath on this creature, something inside herdeflated. What she’d done was unthinkable, unforgivable, andcruel. She wasn’t one of thesethings; she wasn’tSaber.
