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“Since Owen can’t be here,” I growl. “I thought it would only be right if we used his favorite form of play so he could be here in spirit.” I examine the blade in my hand before continuing, “You see, Owen likes knives, and the screams of pain, and the rest of us have varied tastes,” I announce, tipping my head toward the guys.
“That’s putting it mildly,” Lev snarks.
Shrugging, I reply, “True,” which makes Wes chuckle. I focus my gaze on Antonio and ask, “Would you like to know what those tastes are?”
“No,” Antonio stutters. “Please, let me just tell you everything.”
Too fucking bad for him we’ve already decided.
“You can’t call him an idiot,” Wes jokes.
Wyatt steps forward, knife’s tip pointed against his temple. “See, I disagree. One could argue it’s quite stupid to shoot Shay and even more idiotic to work with Filiae Bellonae.”
“I think he’s got you there, Wes,” Lev quips.
Wes dips his chin, “You’re right. He’s a fucking dumbass.”
“Now that we all agree that you’re an idiot, Antonio. I will spare us all the unnecessary deflection and whining and tell you what we like.”
I point to Wes and begin. “He likes to degrade—expect to be called all types of names.”
Flicking my wrist toward Wyatt, “He likes to stalk his prey, observe them and their habits.”
“Please,” Antonio cries.
“Shut the fuck up. Your time to talk will come soon,” I spit before turning to Lev. “He likes ropes and psychological mind fucks.” I shift my gaze back to Antonio. “It’s why you’re bound to this post so securely.”
“See, a flare for the dramatic,” Wes chuckles.
I take two steps forward until I’m standing before our special guest. “And me,” I hold the tip of Owen’s knife against his naked chest and drag a curved line along his breastbone. “I like control in all forms—to be the master of fates, if you will,” I boast, savoring in the knowledge Owen got the first strike.
Antonio bellows, and I wish I could bottle it up and save it for my friend. “Elise wasn’t the one in charge.”
“Tell us something we don’t know,” Wyatt snaps.
“You’re about two weeks too late with that information,” I tsk. “That’s why we’re here playing this game.” I slice across his collarbone. “Lingchi is like an all-you-can-eat buffet—we all get something we want.”
I step to the side, and round, and after round, we take turns slicing into Antonio. Each time he reveals useless information.
“We already fucking know about those names. We have a list so long you’ll never give us anything to end this,” Wyatt yells in his face, dragging the blade down Antonio’s cheek.
I’m beginning to feel the same as I stride forward to slice along his ribs when his next words stop me, causing me to drop my knife where I stand.
“No fucking way!”
4
OWEN
“I told you I’d be back before you know it,” I say to Ariah, grabbing the back of her neck to pull her in before kissing her pillow-soft lips.
She moans, melting into my touch, and I drop my other hand to squeeze her ass.
“Will you two cut it out and make room for me,” Wyatt teases, pushing me out of the way. He kisses her and then lifts his gaze to mine.“Where the fuck are you?” He shouts, and I’m confused.
“What are you talking about? I’m standing right here, man,” I reply, but it’s like he’s looking right through me. “Wy,” I shout, but he just keeps calling my name, never once responding to my cries.
“Get the fuck up!”
