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Surrounded by wildflowers, the demon contrasts wonderfully with the reds and blues of the delicate plants. I stare at it for a long time before I spit on it.
“Fuck you,” I groan.
Then I look down at my bleeding arm. Yeah, I think it’s safe to say it broke the skin. I’m bleeding pretty badly. I can’t rip the fabric of my clothing with one hand, so I slip my shirt off and make a makeshift bandage. I wrap it around myself.
“Are you okay?” I hear a tiny voice say. Whipping around, I see the little girl whose life I just saved. She’s peering at me from behind a tree. Her big, bright eyes are worried, concerned, and she should be. I just killed a demon for her. I just single-handedly took down a monster that was going to destroy her.
Instead, I let it destroy me.
“Get my sisters,” I tell her. Then I fall to the ground and everything goes black.
Edward
“MY KING,” WYATT IS the last person I want to see right now, but it doesn’t matter. None of it does. He’s here to console me, maybe. He’s here to tell me that everything’s going to be okay. I don’t know. No matter what words come from his lips, I’m going to feel like he’s lying because she’s gone.
Cheryl is gone.
It’s bad enough that our son died last year. It’s bad enough that a birth defect we didn’t know he had claimed his life. Now my wife has killed herself, along with her two sisters, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Was it a suicide pact gone wrong?
Was she too sad to let them stay alive while she was gone?
I don’t know.
All I know is that everything is different now. Everything feels cold. Empty. My life used to be bright and full of hope, but now everything seems dark and pointless.
“What do you want?” I snap.
“It’s time to make a statement.”
“Fuck your statements.”
“My King,” Wyatt is persistent today, apparently. “It’s your duty.”
“No,” I stand, striding toward him. I grab Wyatt by the throat and lift him. Tiny little fairy. I pin him against the wall and feel his pulse quicken beneath my grip. “My duty is to mourn my wife, asshole. My duty is to mourn my sisters-in-law. My duty is to mourn the only family I’ve ever had. Fuck your statements, Wyatt. The people can wait.”
Wyatt
I HAVE NO INTEREST in being humiliated again.
Not by Edward. Not by anyone.
The King wants to hurt people? Fine. He can hurt his own people and not even know he’s done a thing. Isn’t that the beauty of being the villain of his story? He’ll never know what hit him. I stride through the dungeons, looking for someone to hurt. Anyone will do. I just need to feel my fist connect with something. Anything. I need to feel alive.
Strong.
Powerful.
Edward doesn’t know how good his life has been. Not only did he land the woman I loved for years, but he stole her right from under my nose. I always thought Edward and I were friends. Not anymore. Cheryl told me they’re getting married. Married. Fucking married. Not only is Edward taking her a
way from me, but he’s going to make her his queen?
What a piece of work.
I reach the last cell and pull the door open. A demon sits inside. Half-dead, it’s already been beat to smithereens by the other guards. Well, it’s about to get a little taste of what I have to offer it. Sneering, I step inside and pull my fist back.
“Wait,” the demon says. I can barely hear it through its bruised face and broken appearance. Every part of the demon is swollen and damaged. I’m surprised it’s not dead already, to be honest. Where did the guards find this one? They’ve certainly had their fun with it.
