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“I thought you knew,” he eventually answered, turning his entire body towards me and giving me a look I couldn’t decipher.
His stare was so intense I took a step away from him. On a scale of small to big, it was minuscule, but he saw it. When it came to me, the man saw everything. The smile that graced his face was so sinister I had to stop myself from flinching. My breath caught, and I felt the prickling of my skin.
“You have no idea what you’re in for.”
I hadn’t the faintest idea what he meant, and he didn’t seem inclined to offer me an explanation.
I knew the inverted cross was the Savages’ symbol, but I’d always thought of it as more of a logo. I mean, I wore the same cross around my neck. I knew Romero was referred to as the devil, but I thought that was because he was a cruel and heartless asshole.
He couldn’t be the actual entity—this was fucking reality. So what was I missing? What did it have to do with the markings?
“Oh, you’re a Satanic.” I snapped my fingers and pointed at him.
Without a word, he sniggered and walked past me towards the man in the center of the room.
“Are you going to explain?” I called to his back.
He spun around and started walking backward.
“If I told you how to pass all the trials and tribulations and gave you all the answers, I’d ruin half the fun. Just stay curious and keep a smile on that pretty face.”
I crossed my arms and huffed out a breath. “So you’re spinning riddles, now? Seriously?”
He winked and turned back around.
“Come here, baby, we need to properly send off our friend.”
Hiding how much I loved hearing him call me that—how much it warmed me—I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and made my way over to the chair.
Romero pulled the sack off the man’s head and tapped his cheeks a few times to wake him up. He jolted awake, turning his head every which way. The moment he saw my face, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
“Calista! What have they done to you?” he gasped.
Even tied to a chair, the guy had the nerve to sound appalled when he was just as bruised as me, if not worse. I tried to find a hint of recognition somewhere in my memory, but I simply had no idea who this man was. However, he certainly knew me, which further screwed with my mentals because I had been out of The Order for years.
I looked at Romero and saw him watching me in all his intensity again. Was this one of those trials or tribulations he’d just mentioned? Finding out if I was secretly working with David?
My eyes fell to the shiny black amulet around the man’s neck.
I snorted at the sight of it. “I see David’s still preaching his made up gospel.”
Just like that, he shut down, and a tick appeared in his jaw. A tiny click brought my attention back to the gorgeous man beside me. In his hand was a smaller version of the knife he’d used the day before, outstretched in my direction.
“Take this and slit his throat.”
“Um, okay.” That was easy enough. Shrugging, I took the knife from him and slashed at the bishop’s neck. He closed his eyes and braced himself but was spared at the last second.
Confused, I looked down to where Romero gripped my wrist. “That’s not what you wanted?”
“You’re moving too fast.”
He let me go and circled behind me, gently resting his hands on my shoulders.
“I have a gun, but I rarely use it.
It hinders the creativity I would normally have with my knife. I like to kill slowly. Draw it out and watch them break, look them in the eyes as they suffer and their life fades away.”
Using one hand, he gripped my waist. The other moved my hair to one side so he could speak into my ear, using his breath to caress my skin.
