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Did my parents know? Did they keep this a secret from me? Were either of them even related to me? And if they were, which one of them fucked a goddamn monster?
Dev’s voice takes on a raspy, soft quality I’ve never heard from him before—almost as if he’s trying to soothe me and sound gentle but isn’t quite sure how to go about doing it. The result is an eerie sound that makes me think he’s either about to tear my head off, give me a hug, or take a shit. “You just need to take a breath and calm down?—”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Dev. Don’t you fucking dare!” I jab a finger at his chest, surprised to see that it shakes erratically.
Adrenaline, I realize belatedly. Too much adrenaline.
Dark specks begin to dance across my vision, but sheer willpower keeps me on my feet.
I know he’s right. I’m acting fucking crazy.
But I can’t seem to stop myself.
I need…something. Something to anchor me to the here and now. Something to make the earth stop shaking under my feet. Something to slow down the rampant pounding of my heart.
My gaze drifts to Dev’s lips and the slightly larger than normal canines.Everythingabout Dev is larger than average, including his cock.
I take a step closer as if pulled by some unseen rope…
When Tesq’s voice breaks through the strange tension in the air. “Problem. Big problem.”
I spin around, confused, only to see that the green monster is now sprawled on the floor, dead. White foam covers the corners of his mouth, and his eyes are wide and vacant, fixed on the ceiling.
“Motherfucker!” Dev roars.
“Must’ve had a pill on him,” Tesq deadpans, kicking at the body with his bare foot, a tiny bit of lava sprinkling down on the monster’s side and burning his flesh.
The monster just committedsuicideto keep from talking to us? What the hell?
For the first time in my existence, I find myself agreeing with Dev one hundred percent. “MOTHERFUCKER!”
12
THE EMPTY MAN
Is thereanything sexier than my woman standing toe-to-toe with the Devourer, defiance in her hooded gaze and her cheeks flushed?
God, would it be weird if I stroked one out? I swear this is better than any porn I could’ve watched.
Yes. That would be really weird, Chase responds lazily.
Get out of my head, fucker.
You’re technically inmyhead,the bastard retorts.
And I don’t even have a response to that because…it’s kind of true.
Okay,a lottrue.
Semantics.
The Grotesque, the Devourer, and my sweet mistress are unaware that I’m awake, which is perfect and all for my benefit. It allows me to watch my little mate completely unencumbered.
The way her white hair shines in the artificial, twinkling lights…
The way her chest heaves beneath the skin-tight shirt she wears…
The way red paints her cheeks in response to her agitation…
