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Please, God, get us out alive.
“Please,” I hear Liam pleading, sobbing as he fights through the pain, though his voice is muffled by the doors and music. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
“You don’t have any information I need,” the cold, unaffected voice of the scarred psycho replies. “This is just for fun. This is for her.”
Chapter 4
ZEE
“You taste so good,” she whispers against me.
“What’s your name?” I ask the dark-haired goddess, ignoring Josh as he tries to call for me.
The girl in my arms smiles against my neck. “Sylvia.”
She slides her tongue against my skin, and I start wondering what the hell has gone so good that I deserve a night like this.
My hands slide up her jean-clad ass, and I slip my fingers into the tops of her pockets, pulling her closer. “Don’t you want to know my name?” I ask her, groaning when she sucks against my neck a little harder, grazing the skin with her teeth.
“It doesn’t matter what your name is,” she whispers. “After tonight, all I’ll call you is Mine.”
“It’s up here,” Roslyn says, snapping me out of my thoughts while she sniffs the air. That’s right. She got us to come meet her because she smelled too much blood, and we’re supposed to be working. Not getting lost in useless, bitter memories. “If I can smell it this easily without my wolf, then they’re probably dead.”
I don’t smell anything, and blood is definitely something I can smell. Thad clutches her hand as we walk normally, trying not to draw attention to ourselves.
Dice stays in stride with me as we follow Roslyn’s keen nose, and she stops in front of one of the oldest houses in Pine Shore.
“Witch blood,” she says, looking around to make sure no one is within earshot. “At least two. Light user and dark user.”
“I can’t smell anything,” Thad says, glancing questioningly at me.
“No. Nothing.”
“It’s a spell. No sounds or smells will escape,” Roslyn says while tilting her head, slowly walking up the steps. “But there’s no protection spell. Which means it died with the host, most likely. No witch would own a home and not put up a protection spell. And I can sniff through spells like that, by the way.”
“Fuck,” Dice groans. “If they died with a protection spell, then that means it was an anointed kill. I guess Wendy’s family is finally here to find out why she’s missing. Fuckity fuck fuck.”
A chill slides up my spine. An entire family of anointed killers? Just what we fucking need. We have enough on our plate at the moment.
“Jenny would have told me if her family was coming to town,” Roslyn says dismissively, slowly inspecting the doorknob before pushing it open. “Her memories of that night are still gone, and she’s enjoying my house. I’ve kept contact with her since Karma agrees she doesn’t see the anointed in her.”
“Some anointed are very fucking immune to all of our special skills,” I remind her. “Chaz and I have been reading up on them.”
Roslyn tightens her lips. “She lived with me for a while, Zee. She never saw me as a threat. We’ve hung out numerous times since I turned full immortal. She looks at me with the same eyes she saw me with back then. She’s not anointed. It doesn’t settle in every person in a bloodline. I’ve learned that much.”
Cracking my neck to the side, I follow her in. We all do. The second we’re across the threshold, the smell of blood assaults me, and hunger hits hard. Witch blood… A lot of it. Roslyn was right.
The marks on my arms seem to burn, daring me to taste the forbidden as it runs out of the still-warm bodies. This is a fresh kill.
“Holy shit,” Thad says under his breath, stepping over the first unknown male. “It looks like he was squeezed to death from the inside. That’s not an anointed kill, but it is one seriously powerful kill.”
One body is face down and bleeding out, and one is hunched lifelessly in a chair with his chin almost resting on his chest. He looks like he suffered for longer, considering the numerous, non-fatal gashes all over his body.
His blue suit is drenched in blood, hanging off him in tatters from the torture. Apparently he had information someone wanted.
“Hashtag, clean up on aisle four,” Dice states dryly, moving into the room.
“How would they have gotten in unless they were trusted?” Roslyn asks, ignoring Dice’s comment as she leans over to investigate the first body. “This would definitely cause some trust issues if anyone lived.”
