AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You sound like you’re dying.” Wilder grunted as he started to roll up the bodies in the tarp.
“I am dying, shithead–” My words cut off as I watched him incredulously, finally rolling my eyes. “What are you doing? Everything about that is wrong. Have you never watched an episode ofDexter?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t take you for someone who watched television, but I guess it would make sense that would be your favorite show, psycho.”
“Pot meet kettle.” I sighed. “You’d be surprised what I do in my spare time. I binged the whole damn series and picked up some good ideas for disposing bodies.”
Wilder said nothing and kept on working, literally shoving three bodies into one giant burrito roll. “Dude, you need to be discreet, and you might as well scream to everyone you have bodies in there. How are you going to dispose of that huge thing now?”
“I’ve got this. You can go get fucked.”
I shook my head. I’d thought he was moody before, but this was on a whole other level. “How long are you going to sulk over the mark with Rune? It doesn’t change what you have with her.”
He jerked around, his shoulders lifting, a snarl on his throat. “Like hell it doesn’t. I saw what it did to her when you marked her, the devotion in her eyes, the absolute heart-felt love she had for you, the connection between you two so intense, it blocked out everything else. It’s literally killing you from being apart from her.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s destroying me how much I fucking want that with her.”
“You want to feel as sick as a dog, like I have?” I tried to lighten the mood slightly because I’d been living with this moody wolf for weeks now and it was all I could do not to knock him out when he got like this.
“Yes,” he snapped, his jaw clenched.
I stared at the ache in his eyes, at how deflated he looked despite standing tall. The man had lost part of himself since I’d bitten Rune. And while I wouldn’t change a thing about it, and despite all the shit I’d gone through with Wilder all these years, something was changing inside me towards him. I felt actual pity for the guy. Of course, I’d never fucking tell him that, but it explained why I hadn’t killed him yet.
If I didn’t feel like crap, I’d be alongside him, slicing up every fucker in the city who crossed my path. Instead, I’d become a pathetic sick asshole who couldn’t do much killing nowadays.
Swallowing the bitterness rising to the back of my throat and watching Wilder attempt to drag the three bodies across the room, I stepped towards him. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
CHAPTER 15
WILDER
“I’ve given a lot of thought on how I’d kill Ares,” Daxon muttered as we strolled along the cobblestone street in the city of Suceava early in the night. The buildings we passed were of medieval constructions with varying designs I recognized from Renaissance and Neo-Baroque styles, mostly from books I’d read. I’d normally be enjoying the view, but instead I hated everything.
“It's been on my mind every damned day,” I rasped. “I’ve decided on skinning him first then burning his flesh, breaking every bone, then burying him on church grounds.”
Daxon nodded, crossing the road and I trailed alongside him. “Clever, though you’re wasting your time with skinning and bone breaking. We saw he’s going to come back together. Maybe we chop him up, then bury each part in consecrated ground across the world, which might keep him trapped.”
“Fuck yes,” my words poured out with a hiss. I licked my lips, almost tasting the victory of hearing him squirm. My hands itched for retribution, all while the cruel sting of Rune’s disappearance settled in my chest like a time bomb. I was barely keeping it together, anger lashing at me every waking hour.
A strange growl slipped free, sorrowful, tormented, broken. It was only when Daxon coughed like a six pack a day smoker that I realized the growl came from me. I inhaled deeply the cold air around me, trying to get ahold of myself, all while the small voice in my head whispered to me.
You’re not good enough for her.
She’s not yours. She picked Daxon. Even Ares made her his blood match.
What are you? A fucking, pathetic loser.
No one has ever loved you.
I tensed, sweeping my hand through my hair several times, agitated to hell and back, shaking away the voice. It was going to be okay. I would find a way to mark Rune, to cement our connection, to make her see that we were meant to be together.
Hands fisted, I tensed and kicked an empty soda can across the sidewalk.
“Keep your shit together,” Daxon murmured. “Don’t kill anyone, and if anyone needs to die, leave it to me.”
I actually laughed that time, which was impressive that I could find anything funny when my world was crumbling around me. “You’re threatened because I’m doing a better job.”
“The opposite,” he said frustratedly. “You’re sloppy, and you’re going to get us both caught. Then I’ll have to kill even more people to cover for your ass.”
“It almost sounds like you care about me.” Somewhere deep in my darkness, a thread of appreciation rose for Daxon. I never thought I’d ever think those words, but we were both in a fucked up situation, and…I honestly didn’t know what I would have done without him by my side.
