“Then get ready to be ripped apart!”
“No,” a voice came from beside him. “You get ready!”
The tip of a sword slashed across Craetis's neck. “Fuck!”
***
Treycore stood beside Kinzer, blood rushing across the end of his sword. He’d changed back into his jeans and button-up—the ones he’d been wearing earlier.
He glared at Craetis, whose sight disguted him.
It reminded of him of his time with Vera—a time he wasn’t all that proud of.
When he’d seen Vera and Veylo’s goons corner Kinzer, he’d slipped out the window and crept around to the front door. Kinzer, being clipped, wasn’t in any shape to take on a single immortal…let alone three.
Craetis’s hand rushed to his neck. “You fucking bastard!”
“Long time no see,” Treycore said. “Now, get the fuck off Kinzer before I cut that little dick off your nuts.”
As much as he was annoyed with Kinzer for how much pain he’d put Dedrus through, he wasn’t going to let him get raped and murdered by the fucking Raze.
Growling, Craetis jumped up. He stumbled to the other side of the couch. “You're dead, Treycore,” he said, his voice laced with rage.
“Not quite yet. Kinzer, you okay?”
Kinzer nodded. He turned over and massaged his nipple.
“How many others are there?” Treycore asked.
“Fuck off!”
“Hello, my love,” Vera said.
She leaned on her elbows against the rail upstairs. A sweet smile spread across her face as she gaped at him.
Fucking bitch. Flashes of his time with her, the love, the hope, the betrayal, all raced through his mind. As he looked at the treacherous bitch that he'd been with for so long, he wondered what he’d ever seen in her.
“Come here to kill us, did you?” he asked.
“When else do I get to see you?”
“How’d you find us, cunt?”
“I knew something smelled!” Mika called from upstairs.
Kid, in his striped shirt and jeans, tumbled out of Treycore's room into the upstairs hall. Mika stepped out behind him.
“Who's got the mortal fetish?”
Kinzer looked to Treycore, as if psychically projecting to him, “What did I tell you?!”
I’m not his fucking babysitter.
“I've got this,” Treycore assured.
“Clearly,” Kinzer said.
When I get you out of this, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.
