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My phone chimed yet again.
"You talked to him?"
"He told me he was sending me a present," Carnage answered, flashing me a dangerous smile.
My dickhead father. He might want Carnage dead, but he would never make anything easier for me.
I was ready for Carnage to make a move, but he didn't. I was sure if I leapt at him, it would be some kind of trap.
Someone lunged out of the shadows toward me. I spun just in time to see a woman racing my way. She slammed into me, knocking me to the ground.
Carnage dropped on top of me, holding a chemical-soaked rag over my mouth and nose. It burned against my skin.
"I found my own girl to help me hunt," he said. "Just like you used to do for your dad."
I struggled against his weight, against the chemical that made the edges of my vision darken, against that accusation. I'd done everything I could to keep my father from actually catching his victims.
But as the world started to fade to dark, a memory sank in. The farmhouse. A woman's scream. And me standing there with the door open, welcoming Carnage and the Demon in.
In my memory, that room was already soaked in blood.
I shook my head, trying to shake off the memory and the rag. That had never happened. It was the drugs playing tricks on me.
I pulled the knife loose from the holster on my thigh. The woman screamed a warning, but it was too late.
I plunged it into Carnage's side.
I pushed him off me as he screamed, leaping to my feet. It wouldn't kill him, but then I couldn't let him die yet.
She was thin, alarmingly so, her eyes bugging out of her face. Carnage had called her agirl,but he must have a real loose definition.
She grabbed an ax that had been leaning up by the woodpile. Then she charged at me, letting out a wild shrill scream.
I went for the gun hidden under my jacket, at the small of my back.
My phone dinged insistently.
She swung the ax toward me. Her face was a mask of terror and fury.
A gun went off. I was still pulling mine out.
She let go of the ax and tumbled to her knees in front of me.
Cain strode out of the woods. His gun was gripped confidently in two hands. The other guys emerged a split second later.
"Nice shot," I said shakily. No one likes being rushed by an ax murderer. No matter how shitty your life has been, there are some things one never gets used to. Ax murderers make the list.
"What did you do?" Carnage screamed, trying to gather the bleeding woman into his arms.
"Would you look at that," Stellan said, stopping beside me and looping his arm over his shoulders. "There really is someone for everyone, no matter how pathetic."
Carnage raised wild eyes to mine and went for the ax.
"Nah," Stellan said, stepping forward and kicking Carnage in the face.
Carnage flew through the air and landed heavily on his back before his demented–and dead–bride.
"Time to get to work," Cain said cheerfully.
