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She was fast, talented and damn experienced. A great combination for someone that’s dangerous. I could fight and disarm her in a second. Instead, my curiosity was sparked.
“Who are you?” I asked, dropping all pretence.
She leant in slowly, her blade digging deeper into my skin, a trail of blood escaping the incision. “Let’s just say, I can help you escape.”
“There is no escape.”
She pressed closer, her exhale teasing my neck. “We will see.” My heart skipped a beat when her wet tongue flicked out, stealing a taste of my blood. She abruptly pulled away, unlatched the door and made her escape without a backward glance.
I caressed the lingering spot where she’d licked, my fingertips coming away stained bright ruby red.
My cock was strained, my mouth agape, my mind a convoluted mess.
What the fuck just happened?
When I came back to my senses, something hard and small dug into my hip. A swipe card was wedged inside my waistband. Displayed on top was the clear professional picture of a smiling siren with her name printed directly below—Dr Olivia Chaser.
Chapter 4
Micah
Ientered the crypt surrounded by skeletons, entrenched within the tombs of the dead.They’ll keep our secrets buried amongst their graves.
Our prisoner’s naked body sagged from his elevated wrists, bare and blistered from the rusted chains. The Ludus Maximus tattoo proudly gleamed on his chest, mocking me with its reflection from the cheap lamps sporadically spaced on the cold stone floor.
Emerson stood in the centre, saturated in blood, a pair of pliers clutched in her delicate hand. She turned at my arrival, hawk eyes zeroing in on my injured face. “What the hell happened?”
I waved her off, not wanting to stain my suit. Blood was a bitch to wash out. “A slight hiccup.”
“I hope he came away worse than you?”
A flash of reminiscence blinked before my eyes: the exact moment I was pinned against the wall. Everything careened downhill from there.
I initially removed my coat to gain a thorough reading of his aura (outside of my siblings, my ability made close proximity uncomfortable, and physical contact virtually abhorrent).
Frighteningly, Psycho’s touch wreaked havoc on my Variant in ways I’d never experienced.
Seeing his vivid blood stain my blade, tracking down his tattooed, pulsing neck…the call was inevitable, the demand so primal I couldn’t resist a taste—even if I was fully aware of the decision.
In spite of my foolishness, I didn’t regret the act, his dumbfounded shock enough to override my reservations. Involuntarily, my mouth lifted into a smirk at the memory.
Emerson groaned. “Forget it. I don’t want to know.” Turning back to her test subject, she continued her questioning. “Titus, tell us everything you know about Amp and the Ludus’ role in its distribution.”
With a cocky reply, he spat at her feet. I snickered. Despite his mangled flesh and marred frame, Titus had some massive balls—literally and figuratively.Yuck.
Due to his insolence, Emerson’s last remaining thread of restraint irrevocablysnapped.
I shook my head at his idiocy as she rose to the challenge. He soon released a sharp grunt, before another tooth was wrenched from his witty mouth, the chains groaning from the added weight of his limp form. A thick layer of drying blood was all that remained from the gaping holes that were now his toothless gums.
Titus was no innocent, and certainly not someone that would be mourned. For all the people he had betrayed and hurt throughout his lifetime, this was a mere pittance.
There is no escape. Not for him. Nor for us.
I circled the room, cutting directly behind him, and spared Emerson a quick nod for the finale. A sly smirk pulled from her lips before she opened the iron door at her back. It jolted with an audible wheeze to display a weeping woman cowering onthe floor, her high-pitched whine grating against my heightened senses.
Emerson latched her blood-stained fingers into the woman’s brown hair, dragging and depositing her at the feet of her wretched lover.
“No, please,” Titus said, words muffled, his false bravado crumbling. “She has nothing to do with the Ludus.” My tattoos prickled from the fear permeating his voice, infused in his very breath. This was the first time he’d used the word ‘please’. I quite liked the sound coming out of his mutilated mouth.
