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A snort slid out of me, but the Demon didn’t seem to notice, or he was ignoring it, since he’d resumed sharpening that hideous knife of his.
“Oh, and give our compliments to the chef. The air down here tastes exceptionally good,” I added.
I mean, what the hell. If Remington or I were going to die today, we might as well have some fun before it happened.
“I’m so glad that you both have enjoyed your stay so much,” the Demon said, turning around clenching the knife, a crazy gleam in his eye I did not like at all.
“Do you smell something, Pax?” Remington asked with a frown, as if there wasn’t a terrifying serial killer currently walking towards us.
“Dead body mixed with shit? It’s not good.”
“Not good at all,” agreed Remington. “You might want to shower, old man. It’s going to be hard to lure victims in if they can smell you three hundred yards away.”
“I preferred you without the mouthy one, Paxton,” commented the Demon, cocking his head as he eyed Remington with distaste.
Remington grinned, like he’d just been given an awesome compliment. “I’m going to file that away to remember, you old dog. Right next to my memory of how your daughter sounds when I fuck her asshole.”
Oh shit.
I didn’t think there was anything that could fluster the monster in front of us.
But evidently, talking about ass fucking his prized daughter he was trying to torture could do it.
He stalked towards us. But instead of stopping at Remington’s cage, he stopped at mine.
“I think my daughter needs a little push. If she has time for…that…she’s forgotten her priorities…again.”
“Hey,” Remington called, a bit desperate, as my cage door was opened.
I was too weak at this point to try and rush him. He’d been starving me for who knows how long.
“I can talk all night about how good of a fuck Aurora is. You should come over here so I can tell you all about it,” Remington continued.
The Demon ignored him, his gaze focused on me. He cocked his head and stared at my tattoos.
“Don’t get any ideas, old man. Paxton’s a taken man,” Remington called out, still trying to get his attention away from me.
I appreciated the gesture, but I was pretty sure there was nothing that was going to work.
Unless Aurora was here and he started fucking her right in front of the Demon.
That possibly could work.
Fuck.
He reached out with the knife and I made myself stay still as he traced the ragged edge across my chest, leaving a thin cut that hurt like a motherfucker.
The Demon’s gaze got caught on the tattoo she’d given me.
“Yes,” he purred. “That should work nicely.”
“Hey, motherfucker. Or is it mother killer? Do you have a preference? Do you even fuck? I mean, I guess you’ve done it at least once, to get Aurora and all of that—” Remington’s voice was a constant comforting chant in my ears as I stared into the face of pure evil.
I’d always thought watching my mother die was the most awful thing I’d ever witness. But I had a feeling I’d have a whole new batch of nightmares to deal with after being this close to…him.
He abruptly pushed me to my back, and I got my wits back enough to feebly swing at him. It didn’t pack even close to my usual power, but his head still snapped back.
The Demon didn’t even make a sound. He just cracked his neck and took a step back, out of the cage, and then slammed it shut.
