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Everyone knew what the sound of whistling meant, and the moment they caught onto the melodic sound, they raced for safety while praying they weren't my next target. I'd yet to implement that here, but maybe this was one of many now that some of these weak individuals were willing to fight against us.
They have to get used to the tune of the Forbidden.
My wolf was up and getting excited, his mouth open as he panted and tried to stay still. He enjoyed when we stalked our prey, and the scent of sweat and fear lingered as we moved closer down the hall.
When people described smelling fear, many mocked them because fear had no scent. They didn’t know that the scent of sweat that leaves the body from exertion was different from the sweat that formed from anxious, nervous, guilty energy.
The aroma of fear carried an addictive quality to its scent. It was the reason why the development of serial killers came to be. They craved the same scent of fear that hugged their victim's flesh, before the sight of such emotion in their victim’s eyes.
The pleas for mercy in their trembling voice, the gasping sobs as they fight for breath, the shuffling against the floor, wood, cement, or fresh soil, the sight of obvious guilt and regret that reflect in their eyes, were intoxicating.
I was whistling 'The Sound of Silence', the lyrics flooding my head as the song continued to echo down the hollow hall. I already knew which suite the man was in, and I decided to draw it out even more as I stood before the door and continued to whistle the song that brought death to those who listened to its tune.
Slipping my phone out, I pressed the timer app for five minutes, but I knew I only needed two to complete the deed. I wanted to spend my night watching Willow continue her shenanigans.
Heck. If I could enjoy a nice threesome tonight, I'd jump on this killing wagon and finish this shit in thirty seconds.
That pushed me to knock on the door three times as I changed the tone of my voice.
"Room service," I announced with a chirpy voice.
When there was no reply, I knocked again, three times. "Room service? Is anyone there?"
I was about to knock a third time, but a voice quickly muttered. "Yes? I didn't ask for room service."
"I'm aware," I replied kindly, thankful that I was wearing a crisp white dress shirt and black dress pants. It made me look as though I worked for this condo complex, since their uniform was based on the same theme as many corporation condo staffs.
White and black is always a safe combination.
"There's been a complaint about smoke coming through the ventilation system. It's my job to investigate to make sure it's not a hazardous issue," I explained. "It'll only take a minute."
I added the last part so he had a time limit set in his mind. If I went over it, I might as well consider myself dead.
As if I'd let a wimpy ass like this piece of shit try and do a number on me. Hah.
The sound of the door unlocking made me smirk, but I quickly got rid of it. The door swung open and a man with ruffled purple hair wearing all black was at the door.
He was dark-skinned, but his scent reminded me of the scent I’d caught at the party with all the rich shifters. He was a wolf, there was no doubt about that, but that scent of his assaulted my senses, which told me he wasn’t working with who I was originally hoping he was.
Who is this fucker working for?
"Found him?"Jayce asked, but I didn’t reply. Instead, I further opened the funnel so he and anyone else who wanted to listen in on the conversation could take note.
"Be quick. I have a guest coming," he snapped at me, and I nodded my head obediently as I walked into the room and began to look around.
It was clean. Far too clean. The bachelor complex was a mix of gold and navy blue, but everything seemed to be in place, as if he hadn't slept in here the night before.
"I love the way you decorated the room," I voiced while actively checking each room, purposely analyzing the vents and fire alarms to ensure they were clean and active.
"Thanks," he huffed, following me far too closely for comfort, but I let it be as I nodded in approval.
"Painting to the left. Classic painting. Created in 1984 and recently restored. Auctioned off for 2.9 billion dollars."Neo's voice drifted through our connection and I smirked before gasping, which made the man jump.
"What?!" he snapped and I pointed to the painting, looking completely astonished.
"This painting! Holy shit! You're the owner of it?" I walked over to admire the details as it was hung perfectly against the white wall. It had a golden glass frame while the image's base was dark blue with multiple tints of gold, white, and silver. "When was this bad boy created?"
"Uh...I don’t recall," he muttered.
