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He walked all the way to where I sat and then stopped, staring down at me through his creepy ass mask.
“My how the tables have turned.”
That voice…
My blood went ice cold, anger rolling in to stop me from feeling anything else.
“You fucking coward,” I spat at him.
He laughed loudly, as if I had just told him a joke. Lifting the Stag mask revealed his red hair had gotten a little longer, and he had a touch of facial hair but his steely grey eyes were the same.
“Coward? That’s not nice Nyx. Besides, we both know the coward has always been my brother. He’s too soft, too kind.”
Soft? He thought Cobra was soft?
“I don’t blame him. He takes after our mother,” he continued.
“What is wrong with you?” I looked at him and only felt rage and disgust. How did I ever feel anything more when the person I knew was nothing more than a character he played to get what he wanted?
“Nothing is wrong with me. I’m much more human than you. I tried to stop you from being involved back at the beginning. You and Addy have always been stubborn.” He stepped forward and crouched down so that we were eye level.
“I want to know something? How do my sloppy seconds taste on the mouth of that Venom piece of shit?”
I smiled slowly at him. “I’ve never tasted shit when I’ve been with him, and I imagine that’s exactly how you’d taste. How does he taste on that blonde skank?”
He lost some of his coolness, glaring at me. It was then I noticed his inverted cross tattoo had been covered by the Stag insignia.
“You didn’t kidnap me to have a dick measuring contest did you? Because…” I eyed him up and down. “You lose, just like you always have. Is that why you betrayed your family? Your mom? You knew you’d never be what they thought you—.”
The back of his hand collided with my cheek. A stinging sensation and the metallic taste of blood had me glaring back at him.
He reached out and gripped my throat. “Maybe you just need a reminder.”
“Fuck you.” I spit in his face, leaving bloodied saliva to run down his nose.
His grip tightened and he attempted to flatten me so that I was on my back. My wrists strained, metal cuffs digging into my flesh.
“Get off me,” I rasped, kicking at him.
A boot slammed into his stomach, sending him spiraling backward.
“What the hell happened to you?” I yelled at him, partially still disbelieving this person had once been someone I considered a friend. The same man who broke all the hearts that had once given a shit about him so carelessly.
He landed on his ass, face contorting in rage. “Your bullshit faith.” Launching himself at me, I tensed, preparing to kick him in his goddamn face.
The door banged open, waking Addy and causing Butcher to freeze almost surreally. His anger quickly changed to fear and he took a step back.
I watched as another Stag entered the room. They ignored a confused Addy altogether and headed straight for us. By the robe they were wearing I assumed they were someone important.
Two more Stags followed, each holding the arm of an unconscious blonde—Gwen.
“What the fuck is happening?” Addy croaked.
That was a good question.
“I did exactly as you asked,” Butcher seemed to plead.
The Stag remained silent; going right up to Butcher he placed a hand on his shoulder. That’s when I saw the ink.
