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There was a box waiting for me at the door of the hotel room the next morning.
Immediately, I knew it was from him.
The Demon.
I should have been terrified at how easily the Demon tracked us from location to location, but I was resigned at this point.
“Don’t you dare touch that,” snarled Stellan, yanking me back as I reached down to pick it up.
“He’s not going to blow me up. That’s an Alexander kind of thing. Not a Demon thing,” I sighed with exasperation.
Cain ignored me and grabbed the box while Stellan kept me in a bear hug.
“Thiscouldbe from Alexander for all we know,” snapped Cain, setting the box on one of the end tables and eyeing it disdainfully.
“It’s definitely from the Demon,” I disagreed.
“What makes you so confident?” murmured Stellan into my ear, his breath on my skin giving me goosebumps.
“There are blood drops on the red ribbon. I highly doubt Alexander would do that.”
“Who knows at this point,” growled Cain. He flipped open the lid—a little lazily, might I add— considering he’d just said it could be an explosive.
It was worse than an explosive though.
It was a tattoo.
My tattoo. The one I’d given Paxton. I stared at it hard, my chest feeling tight, nausea building in my head.
“I hate him,” I whispered in a trembling voice. “I hate him so much. I’m going to kill him. I’m going to stab him in his fucking throat and watch as the life drains from his eyes. And I’m going to smile the entire fucking time.”
Cain adjusted himself. “Always makes me hard when you go all bloodthirsty on me, little devil,” he purred.
I shot him a glare, his lightheartedness very unappreciated at the moment.
“Paxton’s been through far worse than a little blood loss,” Stellan reminded me, hugging me even closer to him.
“You have no idea what else the Demon has done to him!” I snarled. I yanked myself from Stellan’s grip and paced the room. “How long are we going to keep playing this game? There has to be an ending!”
“Hmm, maybe there’s a chance for us to end it early,” Cain suddenly mused. My gaze snapped over to him where he was looking at his phone. “Looks like there are still some of his worshippers out and about. They just announced a meeting tomorrow. Maybe the Demon will want to make an appearance.”
“Was that on their chat page?” asked Stellan.
Cain nodded, frowning as he continued reading.
The Demon’s followers had a Reddit type page on the dark web where they organized their meetings and exchanged news about the Demon’s whereabouts and suspected kills. It was like a Taylor Swift fan page, but for psychos.
They hadn’t organized any get-togethers in a while. Not since doing so had become a hazardous move thanks to the countless number of them we’d killed off when given the chance.
“What time tomorrow?” I asked, feeling a spark of hope light up my chest for the first time. The Demon had always mocked his followers, but I’d always gotten the feeling he enjoyed their adoration. The news had detailed the piles of fan mail that had been found in his cell after he’d escaped. He’d kept thousands of their letters. Maybe he would show up, and we could have some kind of standoff with him…or maybe we could follow him to wherever he was staying and find Remington, Paxton, and my mother.
Plans never went the way I wanted, but it would be nice if they did.
We spent the rest of the day stalking the message board and reviewing the area where the gathering was going to take place. Because they were nothing if not a cliche, the Demon’s followers had chosen a graveyard that was rumored to be heavily haunted for their meeting.
And not just haunted by regular ghosts, but of the Demon’s victims. The FBI had discovered it was one of the Demon’s burial sites about five years ago, and the rumors had run rampant since then. Stellan looked a little uneasy as we read some of the stories that surrounded the place—like the one about a woman who was missing half her face who would appear in your rear view mirror if you ever visited the cemetery.
The stories didn’t bother me though.
