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“By blood, maybe. But I have—” She hiccups. “—not seen him in years. He has hunted me for as long as I can remember. I’ve bounced around the country to get away from him.”
Priest shifts to the boy beside her. “But that’s not true for him, though, is it? Because I know for a fact that he participated in the events at the compound.” It’s news to me. I assumed he didn’t know shit.
Zadie lifts her shoulders. “I don’t care about him. I didn’t even know I had a damn brother. I just knew that piece of shit and the bitch who birthed me!”
Priest waves his hand out and blood splatters over us all from the machete he’s holding. Moses spins the metal cuff around his fingers and back into his palm, as he makes his way back to his chair.
My blade finds the base of Callihan’s chin as I use it to lift his eyes to mine. “Vaden. See if she’s lying.”
Vaden shuffles around in the background, and I don’t have to turn around to know his fingers will be resting against her neck. He refuses to embrace his mother’s witchy side and tries to play it off as if he can tell someone is lying by how fast their pulse quickens. It’s bullshit. He’s intuitive by nature.
“Have you always been running from your father?” he asks coldly.
“Yes.” Her words are exhausted. “Ask the old man who grabbed me. I was in Spokane. Killing him will be doing me a favor.”
“Truth,” Vaden says from behind. “But I think we should still kill her. You know. To be poetic.”
Ignoring the out-of-pocket comment from the pure King, I trace the end of my knife over the angry lines of Callihan’s throat. “Priest, finish the boy.”
Priest’s eyes fly up to someone near the girls, and I shift over my shoulder to see Deacon now between River and Luna.
His head bows at Priest, and my brows lift in surprise. Well, shit. Nothing like murder for brotherly bonding.
Priest releases the leash that’s connected to the girl, dragging the boy up beside his father.
I give a swift nod to Vaden, who flips the table back upside down, before it swings down again, now with Callihan facing the patio. Pride holds the smirk to his face.
So much for ‘I love my wife.’ Sick fuck.
Something hard lands on the grass. I turn to catch Priest stabbing a long metal pole into the earth.
His eyes widen. “What are you doing? Just kill me!” Callihan doesn’t even bat an eye. In fact, I’m betting the only real reason why Priest is being theatrical with it, is because he did some shit to Deacon.
The metal stick protrudes out from the grass, and someone on the patio clears their throat.
Priest cracks his neck, tugging on the chain to his leash.
“Please. No,” the boy pleads. It’s pathetic.
Priest yanks it again until it’s wrapping around his wrist, and his feet push him up to stand on one of the concrete stools.
Priest widens his legs on the base to steady his balance, before his hand is at the boy's throat and he’s slowly lifting him from the ground with ease.
Priest is strong, and the guy in his hand is fucking skinny as shit, but goddamn. That would still take wrist strength.
He tries to swing at Priest, but Priest whacks his hand out of the way before bringing both of his to his neck, lining the wrangling rapist up with the pole.
Priest’s lip curls up in a snarl, as the familiar shadows of evil swallow the color of his eyes. “See you in hell.”
He lets go, releasing his full weight. Metal and bone grate through the air, mixed with the distinct slush of pulped human organs. Shuffle from the patio catches the corner of my eye, but I stay fixed on the pole that’s sticking out of the guy’s mouth. The tubes of his large intestines coil around what little metal is now showing, as blood spills from his lips like lava.
“You fucking missed, dickhead…” Vaden taps his shoulder with his.
“Fuck off I did.” Priest examines his work proudly.
“You did,” Belial says from the patio with a shrug. “Can’t always get it perfect.”
I suck down enough marijuana to blow out Snoop Dogg, before exhaling and keeping my eyes on Callihan.
