Page 36 of The Devil We Crave
The guy blinks in genuine confusion, his eyes darting between the two of us.
“I—I don’t know any Angelos! I swear!”
“Then who the fuck told you to take pictures of this girl?” I hiss.
“I don’t know!” he sobs, shaking. “I swear! H-he didn’t use a name, and I never saw his face. He gave us each a grand and told us to sneak into the party and photograph that chick all night! Said he’d pay extra if we caught her hooking up with anyone or doing anything incriminating.”
Just walk the fuck away.
I’ve already connected the dots on who has an interest in Yelena.
It’sKyle.
Kyle, who used to hook up with her.
Kyle, who she was leaving fucking panties for.
Hell, maybe she thoughtIwas Kyle the night she shattered on my fingers.
“We’re leaving,” I growl tightly.
If I don’t get the fuck out of this roomright now, the red mist swirling through my vision isn’t going to go away until I’ve ripped someone in half.
Lochlan shoots me a confused glance. But he knows me well enough to recognize the look on my face right now.
I make it out of the basement, past Leo and his boys, and all the way outside, almost to the car.
Almost. But not quite.
The mask is too tight. The venom under my skin is too acidic.
We hooked up.
She was okay, I guess.
He gave us each a grand and told us to sneak into that party and photograph that chick all night! Said he’d pay extra if we caught her hooking up with anyone.
I can’t destroy Kyle.
But I can destroysomeone.
“Yo, Achilles!”
Lochlan bolts after me, but he’s not fast enough to stop me. I go storming back into the cabin in a blind fury, ignoring Leo and his guys as I charge back into the basement and all but rip the metal door off its hinges.
When I'm done, it takes Lochlan, Leo, and both of Leo’s guys to drag me off the nowextremelydead second guy still tied to the chair, with a bonus golf club rammed halfway down his esophagus.
Recklessness.
Impulsiveness.
Giving in to baser desires.
…So much for curbing those lesser urges that have no place in my world.
Lochlan knows me well enough to know that when the rest of the world looks at me, I’m usually wearing a mask. He’s never seen itcompletelyoff, but he’s seen it as off as it was just now, so he lets us drive back to campus in silence.
Selene’s right: menwilldrive around not saying shit to avoid going to therapy.
