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“Hey, don’t run away, we’re not going to hurt you.”
The men followed me exactly like men who were going to hurt me. I burst into a run, and grinned when they followed me. Trying to look frantic, I ran into an alleyway.
And I faced a dead-end brick wall.
Perfect.
Then I looked up at the sky, which was already beginning to lighten with dawn. I needed to do this fast.
I turned to face them.
“Take it easy.” The first man held up his hands. “You look lost. Can I help you find your way?”
“I am lost.” I turned around, looking wide-eyed. “Maybe you could help me find my boyfriend?”
He looked surprised by my reaction for a split second, then grinned. “Better yet, sweetheart, I can be your boyfriend.”
“Somehow I doubt you’re up for the job,” I disagreed, pulling loose the knife. I threw it without hesitation, and it sank into his chest. He looked up at me in horror as I spun on his friend, who was suddenly trying to back up. I could’ve shot him, but that was never the Demon’s MO. So I took him down the old fashioned way.
Then I grinned at the two bodies, lying on the pavement. The alleyway smelled like wet cardboard and urine; it wasn’t the kind of place the Demon would have worked. But it would serve well enough to terrify the world.
And at least now as I got to work, cutting away their clothes and humming to myself, I didn’t have to listen to the Demon’s damned blaring music.
As I was working, I could’ve sworn that time blurred, that their faces changed. That I was a kid again, just following orders.
“A little more precise, Delilah. You chose him. Don’t butcher the poor man now.”
No, this had nothing to do with the Demon. I pushed the flashback away.
This was me.
* * *
I was stillhigh on adrenaline the next morning. I slept fitfully, the bad kind of sleep, where your heart woke you up, fluttering madly inside you every time you were on the cusp of achieving actual rest.
Neither of the guys were in bed with me and I sat up, rubbing at my chest.
I wondered if I'd made the news yet.
Deciding that there was no way I was going to be able to get to sleep, I slid out of bed and decided to try and grab some coffee.
Cain had managed to find a rental house in a gated community, the kind with guards at all the entrances, where the other inhabitants didn't blink about the fact that you had your own guards around your house.
Rich people were fucking weird.
I shrugged on one of Paxton's T-shirts, then slid on a pair of Remington's boxers, like I was an Omega in one of those omegaverse romance books that needed her pack’s scents around her. The smell of them was calming, so maybe there was something to all of that.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to the bedroom and slipped out to the hallway, and then down the stairs, where I could hear the clattering of plates. Evidently, even when the world was falling apart around you, and we were down two people, you still were supposed to eat a civilized breakfast.
The TV on the wall was on as I walked into the room, whatever they were watching interesting enough that it took a second for Cain and Stellan to realize I'd come in.
"Come here, little devil," Cain growled, and I walked over to him without a second thought, sliding into his waiting lap as Stellan's gaze flicked over my skin jealously.
"I'll eat lunch in your lap," I teased, and he stuck out his tongue at me.
"What's going on in the world today?" I asked casually as I picked up a croissant and started buttering it.
"Your father," Stellan said carefully. "Evidently, he went on a killing spree last night."
