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Grimm and Cobra calmly stood on either side of her, as if they’d been instructed to do so. I licked my lips and shot a quick glance at Romero. Something just wasn’t right—not that it ever was.
Grimm slowly approached us, holding something in his hand. He passed it to Romero and then whispered something I couldn’t hear in his ear. Whatever he said had Romero’s gaze turning stony and his jaw clenching.
“What’s going on?”
“I think we need to discuss a few more things in detail.” His voice housed no emotion, giving away nothing. He’d had a swift change in demeanor in the span of ten seconds.
As he walked me towards the table, we bypassed a large circular sectional. Painted on the floor directly in front of it was an inverted pentacle. The five-pointed star had a single downward spoke, turning something once righteous wicked.
Before I could question what the deal was, I spotted the large skull of a ram with the same pentagram painted on its forehead in red, serving as a centerpiece.
Were they Satanists?
“Have a seat.” Romero pulled out a chair for me at the end of the table and I cautiously sat. Arlen was at the opposite end, staring at me with a warning in her cognac eyes and maybe…fear.
“You’ve been a busy girl, Calista.”
He stood behind my chair and laid my necklace on the table in front of me. I hadn’t even realized it was missing.
The black inverted cross starkly contrasted with the brown tabletop. I heard him move away but I didn’t turn to see what he was doing.
“You haven’t told me what you were doing in my woods yet, but we can get to that later. What I really want to know is how long you’ve been a fan.”
I stared down at each picture he slowly placed in front of me. Four detailed pictures of four mutilated bodies with a cross carved straight through their centers.
“Was that question too hard? Do you need a few minutes to come up with a reasonable explanation?”
“You have an excellent photographer.”
He knotted a hand in my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look up at him.
“Do not fuck with me, Cali. I am exactly the kind of person you don’t fuck with. You wanted my attention, and now you’ve got it. Why. Are. You. Here?” He pulled my hair a little more with each word, making pain ripple down my scalp. My eyes burned with unshed tears from how far he had the skin around them stretched back.
“How did you know I liked my hair pulled?”
There was laughter from the opposite end of the table. He didn’t find it nearly as amusing. He kicked the chair out from underneath me,
lifted me by the head, and slammed me down onto the table.
Strands of hair tore in his hold. When my jaw hit the wooden surface, I bit my tongue so hard I tasted blood. His body covered mine, making sure I couldn’t go anywhere.
“Girls like you don’t wander around in the woods, and you sure as fuck don’t get dumped off. I’m going to ask you one last time. Why are you here? I know you didn’t do all of this just to get a sample fuck, though you wouldn’t be the first—definitely the craziest.”
What a cocky fuckin asshole.
I tried to knee him in the balls but I couldn’t lift my leg high enough. “You haven’t ever met a girl like me, cause if you had you wouldn’t have just made that dumbass statement. I only wanted your help!”
“That is definitely a new answer,” Cobra commented from the other end of the table.
“It’s an honest answer,” I growled.
“You did all that in hopes that I’d help you because I’m a good guy?” Romero sneered.
“No. I thought you’d help me because it’s fucking David and you’re the only one with balls big enough to go after him.”
He stared down at me with an unreadable expression.
“I’m telling you the truth,” I snapped.
