“One creates a lot of… accidents that lead to people’s deaths.”
“For fuck’s sake, just say he’s a murderer.”
“She.”
I smile coldly.“She.So you have a murderer and a rapist for me.”
“She’s not a murderer.There haven’t been any murders in –”
“Anyone else?”I cut in, not caring enough to debate the honesty of their statistics.
Another glance passesbetween them.“There’s a list,” King Openhaisays.
“How many?”
“Twenty-seven.”
Tilting my head, Istudythem.I let the silence stretch between us until they start to squirm.“That’s a fair amount of people.”
“What you’re asking for is a big thing.Your kingdom is made up of –”
“Murderers and rapists?”I ask all too politely.And ruled by a monster.
“What my husband is trying to say is –”
“Your little ‘paradise’ here doesn’t work.”
A flushcreepsover her cheeks.“On the contrary.There are tens of thousands ofuslivingin Brownston.Twenty-seven out of that is miniscule.Whereas, the vast majority of your people are murderers.”
“But not rapists,” Isaydeadpanned.
Her brow furrows.“Murderers are worse than rapists.”
Leaning forward, I brace my hands on my knees.“Youwouldthink that death is the worst a person could suffer.”Rising beforetheycanreply, I add, “I accept your deal.Give me a list of these twenty-seven ‘accident causers’ and ‘a bit too forward men’, and I’ll take care of them by the week’s end.”
When they agree, I exit theircarriage the same way Icamein.Spreading my wings, Iflyback to my wife’s house.
Ex-house, Itellmyself.
She might fit in here fucking perfectly with her quick judgment and easy laughter, but whatever life shehashereisover.I’vetaken it.
And soon, I’lltake her new one too.
Landing besideher house, I head inside.Finding her in the living room, I grab her arm, then haul herout andonto Maeve.She yelpsas she strugglesto get back down, but I hold her in place as we launch into the air.My hand slipsaround to her front, causing her to still in an instant.My lips meet her ear.Her breathing turnsragged.
Hearing her words over and over, I pull down her sleeves andslide my hand down her jumpsuit.Rougher than I was on the way over, I pushmy fingers inside herpussy.I’m not trying to calm her this time.I’m trying to calm me.
“Why do you care?”
“Because he’s not like you.”
Monster or notthough, it seemsIcanstill make her want me.
Twenty-Nine
A good brownie –
Uh...what was I saying?-Arienna
