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I breathed a sigh of relief once the kids were out of the direct line of fire. Now I just needed to keep Remington and myself alive.
“You can’t keep doing this,” Remington said. “You can’t keep hurting them.”
“You’re the one hurting them, Remington. All you had to do was what I asked.”
God, this guy reminded me of the Demon, and I felt both a twitch of irrational fear in my stomach and a deep desire to disembowel him because of it. “Why don’t you put the gun down?”
Instead, he called, “Hey, King!”
“You named your dog King?” I asked, crossing my arms. “Not very imaginative.”
Remington looked nervous. This guy must set the dog on people, and I wondered what Remington had seen before. But his dog wasn’t coming.
“Listen,” I told the guy, “I happen to have a cult of fanatic fans of my father watching my every move. They love nothing so much as torturing evil men to death and burying the bodies where no one will ever find them. If you ever touch those kids again, I’ll set them on you.”
“You can’t control them,” he scoffed, but he’d gone pale.
Color was returning to Remington’s face, even though blood had pooled by his feet.
“You’re going to get out of this house and leave them alone,” I told him. “Your wife, your kids. And if you don’t…well. I am the Demon’s legacy.”
“I could just shoot you now and the police would side with me over the daughter of a serial killer,” he scoffed.
“You could,” Remington said, then slammed into his father from behind. I dove forward, getting control of his gun hand. The gun discharged into the floor, the noise so loud it blew my eardrums out.
Then I had the gun in my hand.
Remington smiled at his father. “We’ll wait while you pack a bag…Warren.”
Warren. That was the perfect name for the asshole.
His father fled, but from the look we shared, Remington knew as well as I did that beating his father wouldn’t be that easy. This was just the first step in my plan.
“Why was he hurting you?” I asked Remington.
“My grades,” he said. “Well, the scandal, really. Bringing bad attention to the family.” His gaze flickered to my eyes, then fell to my lips, before he admitted, “and seeing you.”
The thought of his father hurting these kids–and him–because of me rankled. “You don’t have a choice in seeing me. I’m living in the Sphinx.”
“You know what I mean.” Remington frowned at me, looking confused. “After everything I did…why did you come to help me? How did you even know?”
“I saw your email.” I debated telling him what I thought he’d done, but decided against it.
“How?”
“A girl has to have her secrets, Remington.”
“Were you serious about the cult?”
“I hate them,” I said. “But I wasn’t joking that I could probably successfully set them on your father.” I mused it over. “The only thing I wasn’t serious about?Waiting.”
This man was a threat, and I intended to eliminate him.
Remington scrubbed a hand over his face. “Aurora. I don’t get it.”
“I’m not a monster, Remington. Simple as that.” I also wasn’t a girl who forgave that easily, no matter that I’d be on Remington’s side against his father. “Hey, I had an idea. I think it’s about time your father started passing some of the family assets on to you, hmm?”
A grin spread across Remington’s face. “Nothing would make him crazier. He’s always controlled the money in this house with an iron fist.”
