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“That’s why I fucked with him. Plus, I’ve been dreaming of that for fucking years. He’s always been a tool.”
“He told me I should forgive my dad for selling me to his friend as a child,” I deadpanned. “When I called him on it, he threw a bitchfit similar to this one.”
“I should have dick punched him,” Hiro added.
“Come on, we just got a free afternoon to go look at more of Vane’s office,” Drake said. “Who’s in?” It was an obvious attempt to include us in his dealings, and I would not say no.
“I’m not stepping foot in there,” Layne said. “I’m heading to the boiler room for a nap.” The look she gave Crew meant she planned to fuck him, but the guy was oblivious.
“Count me in,” I said. “It will give me a chance to break his shit.”
“Me too,” Hiro said, shocking both Drake and me. But the look of determination on his face meant he was still on his path of making himself stronger and less reliant.
“Let’s go then,” Crew said.
“Wait, what?” Layne said, looking genuinely offended at his answer. “You’re turning this down?” She lifted her shirt, flashing him and everyone else facing her. Hiro gasped and turned, Drake and I laughed, and Crew just put her shirt back in place and kissed her lips.
“If you’re going to play dirty, then I guess a fake nap it is,” Crew said. “I know you can’t get enough of this dick.”
“You’re right,” she said as she pulled him along. The gloating smile on her face as she passed had me giving her a high-five. Crew let out an annoyed grunt but didn’t react. Hopefully he fucked her and burned something in the boiler room to calm his ass back down.
“Then there were three,” Drake said. “Let’s go.”
Layne and Crew had taken the elevator so we opted for the stairs. I was out of breath and annoyed by the time we got to the fifth floor, but I think that was more due to the location than anything else. This floor harbored some of my most degrading and foul memories, and I wasn’t thrilled to be walking closer.
But the demon rebellion was about more than just me.
It would affect the city around us, the world itself, and possibly have effects on Helheim as well. It was impossible to know for sure since Hel seemed happy to keep me in the fucking dark. I couldn’t risk innocent lives if I could do something to stop it.
“Are you two still good?” Drake asked as he stopped outside of Vane’s office door. “You can wait out here.”
“No,” I declared. “I can do this.”
“Good girl,” Drake said, and dammit, apparently his Dom bullshit had something to it because his response had warmth spreading in my chest. He smirked, knowing I liked it.
“Hiro?” I asked when he didn’t respond. He was staring at the doorway in a dissociated state.
He blinked a few times and nodded. “Yeah. It’s stupid, it wasn’t even me.” Roman had taken it for him but it was no less his body. For the first time since being with them I could see the struggle to keep his hold on reality, his eyes unfocused and a blank stare taking over until Drake walked over and put his hands on Hiro’s shoulders.
“Don’t,” Drake warned. His voice was firm and sharp and had Hiro swallowing hard. “We don’t downplay our bullshit past. That shit was fucking awful and it affects you.”
“You’re right,” he said, sliding his hand into Drake’s and taking the step toward the door.
Seeing them together like this was such an interesting contrast to their usual personalities. Drake wasn’t as sharp with Hiro as he was with me, but I thrived on both his venom and his praise, whereas Hiro needed his calm. Our half demon was far more perceptive than anyone gave him credit for. Including himself. Drake painted himself as a monster in his head, undeserving of any praise or appreciation. I wish he could see himself as we did. A leader, protector for not just us but all of Dark Haven, and the man keeping us together.
Hiro stopped so abruptly I ran into him, cursing as my nose burned from the harsh contact. He turned and threw up against the wall, and I stepped back, horrified at his sudden change until I saw why.
Drake was already moving to stand between him and the macabre scene.
“What the fuck?” I gasped. There, in the center of Vane’s office, where the couch once stood, was another body. This time the girl was naked, her blonde hair roughly cut off and thrown into the pool of blood beside her. There were x’s carved into her eyes with a jagged blade, the delicate skin tearing but you could barely see it in the carnage it had left behind.
“Was it Bradley?” I whispered, the visage eerily similar to the faux therapist’s journal.
“Doing Vane’s bidding I assume,” Drake answered as he walked to the side to take in the letters sprawled on her body.
There was a single word, spanning from the bottom of her breasts to her pelvis.
Welcome
