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“Friends of my dad’s, actually,” I answered, a false brightness to my voice.
Remington’s phone went off and he pulled it out of his pocket. He tensed when he read whatever message was on his phone.
“Problem?”
He looked up from the screen. “You could say that…”
I held out my hand for his phone, and to my surprise, he gave it to me.
I glanced down at the screen, and as soon as I saw the picture on it, I immediately dropped it. It felt like all the blood had drained from my face, and I was lightheaded, nauseous…all the bad things.
The picture was of the senator’s body, naked and sprawled out in a dirt pile. And maybe to most people, that would have been bad enough, but the fact that his chest was cut open and the skin flaps were spread out beside him like angel wings…made it a hundred times worse.
That was the Demon’s calling card. It was what he left on every single one of his victims.
The Demon who made his victims into angels.
And since I knew that the Demon hadn’t escaped from the maximum-security prison in the last twenty-four hours, that meant there was another psycho out there who was watching us…closely.
However, judging by the cult outside waiting for me to emerge, they didn’t know about the copycat.
They thought I’d done it, and they were eager to pay homage.
“They think I did that,” I said aloud, although I was sure that Remington had already thought of that. “I mean, I did do that, but not the whole skin flap thing. Obviously.”
“You know I thought I was going to have a dull life filled with drinking and debauchery, and you’ve shot that all to hell, little devil.”
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. I’d had a flash of doubt when I first saw the picture, like he was going to immediately think that I’d done it and we’d be right back to him trying to ruin my life.
Maybe he had actually meant what he’d said on his knees after all.
“Drinking and debauchery, huh? Yeah, I would imagine that wouldn’t compare to murder and pretending to be a minotaur.”
He snorted. “It’s a good thing I’m an expert in all things Greek mythology, or that joke would be meaningless.” Remington crouched down to pick up his phone, the picture still displayed on the screen. He clicked it off and began to lead me away from the door, I assumed to the exit on the other side of the building. Everyone was staring at us as we passed, even more so than usual.
“Nothing to see here, ladies and gents. And if you value your social status at all…I would look away if I were you,” Remington announced as we walked.
As if they’d been ordered by God himself, everyone immediately turned away from us.
“It’s kind of creepy how everyone worships you here,” I muttered.
Remington snickered. “Says the girl who has a cult waiting outside that actually does worship her.”
Instead of heading to the back door, Remington turned down a hallway to the right where I saw another exit I hadn’t known about.
Remington peeked through the small glass window. “Pax is here. Thank fuck.”
He threw open the door, revealing a narrow alleyway where Pax was waiting in a car I’d never seen before.
They must have another garage they hadn’t told me about.
Homework for another day.
We jumped into the car and Paxton raced forward. He was lucky there wasn’t anyone standing in the roadway because we definitely would have killed them.
“Any ideas on who dug up the body?” Remington asked Paxton.
“Cain has some ideas, none of them good.”
