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No more tears.
They don’t have any power over me anymore.
You can’t kill someone if you’re afraid to face yourself in the mirror, and I’m not afraid now.
“Bitch has crazy eyes,” one idiot says.
He has no idea.
Deciding I have something much more pressing to handle than four pointless humans, I start walking toward them. My dark smile only grows when they step out to block my path, smiling like predators instead of shrinking back like the prey the truly are.
I don’t bother slowing down. With barely a flick of my wrist, they’re yelping and soaring through the air, crashing against the wall. Before I even turn the corner of the dark alleyway I managed to land in at some point, I’ve dusted their memories.
Now they think I just kicked their asses for twenty minutes. They’ll also spend five days thinking they have to piss with their mouths.
Should make for some interesting times.
Glancing down at my jeans and pink T-shirt with a heart in the middle, I realize I’m not exactly cut out to be scary in this attire. I look too… sweet.
My jean-clad legs change ever so slowly, and I watch as the denim turns to leather—red leather. The change continues upward, shrinking the shirt until it’s just a small top, exposing the flesh of my stomach and the top swells of my breasts. Soon the pink shirt is nothing more than a small, black tube top.
Much better.
I taste his blood in the air, and excitement buds within me as the familiar feel of death tugs my strings, goading me to do its bidding.
This is going to be fun.
Chapter 25
ROSLYN
Feeling him close, I materialize in the center of the woods. The sounds of wild chirp, buzz, and growl into the night, serenading me with a hint of ominous. It’s calling me to join in, begging me to play with them.
Soon.
“The wolf pup has come to play.” The voice echoes through the woods, each syllable sounding as though it’s coming from different directions.
He definitely gets brownie points for his creepy factor, but it’s wasted energy on me. I’m not afraid this time.
“Having fun, Slade? Always heard that you were a fan of your head games,” I tell the air, waiting for the monster in the shadows to show his face.
The sun is working on hiding behind the horizon as it sets, barely visible through the thick woods. And I hear him rustling the wind, apparently having a flair for theatrics.
“The big bad wolf get her head back?” he asks from behind me, his voice clear enough to let me know he’s in form now, and I whirl around to face him.
His wicked smirk tilts his lips, and I take in the tattoos and scars that cover his bare arms. His tight, sleeveless, black shirt and black jeans let me know he came dressed for intimidation, too.
Then again, I don’t picture him wearing a pink shirt with a heart on it.
“Yeah, my head’s back. I remember everything now, including you trying to kill me and the others. I thought I’d come to return the favor.”
His laughter is abrupt and wild, but a small smile tugs at my lips.
“You’re going to kill me? You seem to have forgotten to bring help. You know as well as I do that you can’t take me, Roslyn. But then again, I doubt you have any backup. Especially if they know what you really are.”
He props against a tree, casually crossing his arms over his chest as his taunting grin grows.
A knot forms in my throat with the way he says that, but he can’t…
