I sucked in a breath.
The only thing that matters.
She’d never told me that before.
I bent down, cut her free and threw the knife down on the bed. “We have to hurry.”
Chapter Four
Titus
Istoodinthemiddle of my room, glaring at the place I’d called home for my entire life. It had been more like a fucking prison.
I wouldn’t miss it. But I still had to take a moment to say goodbye. This house wasn’t filled with all bad memories. My mom had done her best to make this a happy place for me. With a sigh, I turned to my dresser and stared at the glittering gold necklace sitting on its surface next to a bunch of random crap I didn’t give a shit about.
When I’d buried her, I’d pulled it off her corpse and left it in a place where I could see it every night. It hadn’t moved from this spot in years. I picked it up, shoved it in my pocket and stormed out the door without looking back.
My old pickup was where I left it in the garage, with Lore’s boxes in the truck bed. I told her to only bring the basics. She hadn’t listened. By the weight of the truck bed making the suspension sag, she’d packed mostly just books.
I smiled to myself as I walked into the garage, reached into the back and opened a box labeled “definitely not smut.” I pulled out the first book, noticing how Lore had annotated certain sections with bright paper tabs.
Thumbing to a random page she’d marked, I skimmed the text, my grin widening with every word. It was an anal scene. She’d liked this part. That would be useful information for later.
I wanted to fuck her in ways that would make most human women turn and run. Not Lore, though. She was just as twisted as me.
My cock throbbed at the thought of her wrapped around my fingers minutes ago, and the words she’d said. We were bound for Hell, her and I. Least we could do was have some fun on the fall down.
The front door opening drew my attention to the house. The book tumbled out of my hand as I stared with dumbfounded rage at who followed Lore outside.
She’d let Gloria go.
What in the fuck was she doing?
I charged out of the garage, but I couldn’t move fast enough. Gloria was already racing down the street, screaming at the top of her lungs.
“HELP! Someone please help me! They killed Ezra! They’re murderers!”
Gloria’s form disappeared into the thick fog blanketing the road, her shrill cries for help fading as she bolted through town.
Shit. This was bad.
I charged at Lore, anger possessing me like a demon. She stared into the dark of the night, her beautiful eyes glossing over with tears.Christ.This little human had me wrapped around her finger so tight that I was fucked. Totally and completely fucked.
I grabbed her wrist more gently than I initially planned and pulled her to the truck. “Come on. Our cover is blown. We have to ditch townnow.”
I got into the driver’s seat, jammed the key into the ignition and turned it. The engine to roared to life. Thank fuck I’d gotten the old girl running just a few days ago. I watched Lore as she slid across the bench seat, the slit of her eyes practically glowing as she glared out the windshield.
“All that shit she said. None of it was true. It was just a lie to save herself,” she whispered. “I’m an idiot for trusting her.”
I fought the urge to pull her into my lap and comfort her. We didn’t have time, nor was I really one for comforting people. I didn’t know how. But I did know that I wanted to hold her and touch her in ways that would take away her pain, making her feel nothing but me.
Pulling out onto the street, I tore down the road toward Bishop’s welcome sign.
Gloria emerged from the fog as the car approached her. She was running across people’s yards while screaming bloody murder. Porchlights flipped on, giving the fog an eerie glow.
“The only thing that matters my fucking ass!” Lore snapped, leaning over and taking hold over the steering wheel.
“Lore! What the fuck?” She wrenched the wheel, making the car veer off the road and hurtle straight for Gloria. The woman threw herself out of the way just in time, and my foot slammed for the brake.
