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I breathed a sigh of relief.
But it was too soon.
Remington was now describing a play by play of a threesome he’d had with Aurora and Stellan, but the Demon was still paying him no mind.
The Demon walked back over to the counter, opened a cabinet…and pulled out a syringe I was very familiar with.
“Shit,” I muttered, and Remington’s words trailed off.
"Is that—”
“What Aurora used on Cain? Why, yes, it is,” I drawled, proud of the fact there wasn’t any fear in my voice even though I was fucking terrified. The idea of being paralyzed at his mercy…that was the stuff of nightmares. I left off the fact that I’d been watching the Demon use it on his victims quite a bit. No need to give the Demon that satisfaction.
It would piss him off more if I sounded afraid of Aurora and not him.
Because that’s what this came down to, even if he was trying to play it off as something else. He was competing with Aurora. He was trying to put her under his thumb.
I couldn’t wait for Aurora to show him who was boss.
I ignored the voice that wondered if that was possible.
“Getting a little weak there, old man,” I snarked as he approached me with the syringe. “Can’t even hold me off after starving me.”
The Demon’s smile was calm and placid, like I’d just asked him to fucking tea. “You can save your breath, boy. I haven’t gotten this far by being goaded into being an idiot. You think I don’t know about your little fights?”
My teeth gritted at his “little fight” comment, but now I was determined to not be the one goaded into being stupid.
“Hold out your arm,” he said pleasantly, once he’d gotten to the cage. “If you don’t struggle, I’ll only take off one tattoo. If you make this difficult, I’ll strip off every one until you’re a bleeding carcass. If you’re extra cooperative, I might actually sanitize the wound.”
“You fucking asshole,” seethed Remington.
“I’m not sure serial killers are known for their honesty,” I responded to the Demon, just as calmly as he was talking to me.
He mocked a shocked expression. “Has Aurora told you so little? I never lie.”
That was a lie right there, I was sure of it. But I was caught between a rock and a hard place considering I was a million times weaker than normal…and I was locked in a fucking cage.
And I was still thinking he at least wanted me breathing whenever the inevitable showdown with Aurora occurred.
I held out my arm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Remington muttered under his breath.
The needle slid in, and I zoned out. Closing my eyes as the numbness set in, I pictured Aurora’s face. Her courage. Her empathy. Her…perfection.
I would survive this. For her.
I could do anything for her.
As the Demon laid me down and began to saw away at the tattoo she’d given me, I didn’t make a sound…much to his dismay.
I just thought of her with every strip of my skin he removed.
And I barely felt the pain.
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AURORA
