“Did she find her?”I ask, eyes narrowing as I sit back down at the table, watching that bastard like a hawk.
“Yes. They’re arguing in the restroom. Something about her bringingyouhere.”
I sigh. She caught me, but I don’t care. This disguise thing? Bay’s idea, not mine.
If I hadn’t promised to play nice, I’d already have Kayla slung over my shoulder, halfway home, sparing us all the wasted breath on this human parasite.
Just as I turn my head toward the restrooms, something catches my eye—movement.
The guy’s reaching into his jeans pocket.
A small dropper bottle.
I still. Watch.
He has no idea who I am. No idea someone is watching. He doesn’t even bother to hide the bottle as he leans forward—almost casually—and drips something into Kayla’s drink.
My stomach turns.
You merfucking didn’t.
“Not on my watch, you fucker.”
I rise instantly, my chair crashing to the floor behind me with a sharpthud. Every step I take toward him, I fight for breath.
Inhale. Exhale.
I can’t lose control in front of all these humans. But the second I reach him, I grab the back of his neck with one hand, squeezing hard.
“I hope this drink was meant foryou,” I say, voice low and ice-cold, as his eyes finally meet mine when he tilts his head up.
He frowns, confused. No survival instinct at all.
“Who the fuck are yo—”
I cut him off, yanking him out of his seat like garbage, my grip still locked on his throat. He struggles, clawing at my hand, and I smirk in disgust—rage curling beneath my skin, barely contained. Around us, people start whispering.
I look up. Just one warning glance. None of them dares get closer.
They shouldn’t. I’m one breath away from feasting on all of them.
“Keep it down, Malec,”Myko grits, his voice sharp but tight with fury.“Bring him to the restroom. No one else is in there.”
“No need to tell me twice.”
I drag this anchovy-like bastard through the back of the bar, quick and smooth. I find the women’s side door—perfect—and glance back once to make sure no one’s following.
Not that I care.
But my father would if I left a mess; he’d have to clean it.
I kick the restroom door open and hurl his body inside like a trash bag. It hits the floor with a satisfying thud. The door slams shut behind us, muting the bar's music. And with that, any trace of civility I was holding onto disappears.
What’s left? Only the man both sides of my bloodline raised me to be.
“Malec, what are you doing?” Kayla’s voice squeals from my left, but before she can reach me, I glare at my aunt.
She gets it, she knows not to interfere. And by the look of pure hatred in her eyes when she stares down at the human gasping on the floor—I know Myko filled her in.
