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And what did he think he was going to do with that?
I headed towards the store entrance, patting my pocket and grinning when I felt my own small pocket knife bulging out slightly from the back of my pants. The other blade was still in the cutout inside the top of my pants as well.
Fun.
It had to be Stellan who’d been driving the car; he was always underestimating me.
Of course he hadn’t checked my pockets, because he never in a million years would have thought I would escape from the trunk, or perhaps even wake up at all. I highly doubted Stellan had done any studies on the proper ratio of drug to body mass to keep someone asleep. It had taken a month under the Demon’s tutelage to start to get that right. I was probably lucky he hadn’t accidentally killed me by injecting me with too much.
The car was parked on the side of the gas station, so I paused when I got to the corner and peered inside the giant windows of the store. They were desperately in need of a good wash—dirt, handprints, and who knows what else smeared all across them. A flash of movement caught my eye, and I spotted Stellan disappearing down a hallway, probably to use the bathroom. There was a bored-looking store clerk fiddling around on his phone at the check-out counter, but I didn’t see anyone else inside.
Perfect.
I walked inside and the clerk didn’t even glance up as the bell above the door rang. Walking left down an aisle, I ducked so that I could see Stellan through the cracks of the food racks when he came back up the hallway. If I didn’t move, I highly doubted he would notice me in time to do anything about it.
The store clerk sneezed, and I watched in disgust as he used his shirt to wipe his nose, his hairy, paunch of a stomach bared for all the world to see.
Or I guess just me to see since no one else was in here.
Lucky me.
I grabbed a Snickers off the rack in front of me and carefully undid it, taking a big bite of the delicious bar as I kept an eye on the clerk and the hallway. Wouldn’t want to add “hangry” to my already ragey mind.
I was debating going down the hallway to perhaps drown him in the toilet when he appeared in the entryway and headed towards one of the drink coolers.
It was annoying how attractive I still found him. He didn’t seem fazed at all about the fact he was keeping someone locked in his trunk. I couldn’t see a bead of sweat on his forehead, and his hair was still perfectly in place, so he hadn’t been running his hands through it like he did when he was agitated or nervous.
Fucker.
I began to move down the aisle while he perused which Monster energy drink he was going to pick. And right as he opened the door to the fridge and leaned in to grab a drink—my favorite flavor, by the way—I popped up behind him and slid my knife to his throat. He flinched and I smirked as his eyes widened in the reflection of the metal in the cooler. Just for fun, I dug my blade into his skin until a drop of blood pebbled into view and slid down his skin.
I resisted the inane urge I had to lick it off, because that would be psychotic…right?
“Hello, asshole,” I purred pleasantly. “Surprised to see me?”
Stellan began to turn his head and I dug my other knife into his back. He immediately stilled.
“Good to see you’re awake,” he murmured casually. I resisted the urge to sever his spinal cord at his blasé tone.
“I’m picturing it right now, you know.”
“What?”
“Your blood smeared all over the glass. Right now I’m thinking I wouldn’t miss you that much.”
His tongue peeked out from his full lips, and he slid it along his bottom lip. “You’d have to kill the clerk too. Might be a bit messy.”
I huffed out a soft laugh and leaned closer to him. “I’m finding I like messy, Stellan.”
“You’re not going to stab me, Del—Aurora,” he murmured, glancing to the side of him towards the counter on the other side of the room where the clerk was still painfully unaware of what was happening in the store.
“I really think I could right now. Especially if you keep calling me that name. I wonder what part of your brain I have to rip out to get it out of your system. That knife in the car, were you planning to use it on me?” I pressed my blade into his neck once more and another drop of blood slid down his skin.
A streak of light reflected off the glass.
That was annoying. Another car had just pulled into the parking lot. I needed to take this somewhere more private.
Stellan’s silence was deafening, the answer to my question clear enough.
