“No, baby. I had Sander check the diner, and he was there waiting for two hours.
“Okay.”
“We will get the guy.” Logan’s voice is firm and sure.
God, I hope he’s right.
Logan stretches as he rolls out of bed and pads to the shower. As I roll over in bed, I grab his pillow, sinking into its softness as I rest my head. I drift back to sleep because I don’t hear Logan again until he wakes me. As I follow him downstairs, I notice the feel of Ghost's fur brushing against my bare legs.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he whispers just before his lips meet mine. Hot, hard, and unyielding. His hand slides up to cup my jaw and neck, holding me in place as he kisses every thought from my mind, leaving nothing but a riot of sensations.
Logan pulls back, his eyes heated and fierce. He leans in, his lips brushing against my forehead softly, before he steps away and out of the door.
Chapter Forty Seven
Killer
Iwatchherwalkout of the house, a smile stretched across her face as she talks with the tall, dark-haired man. She has my life, the life I was supposed to have. I hate her. The demon will make her suffer for all she’s done. At first, I rebelled against the demon’s obsession with her, but now I know how she’ll suffer. It makes this so much better.
I thought Lola’s death would break her more than it did, turn the pack against her. But that’s not what happened. They have instead drawn together tighter than before, and she seems to be coping, which only infuriates me more. It’s that cop’s fault. If he were out of the picture, she’d be running with her tail between her legs. Fucking Jenna didn’t do a good enough job at seducing him.
I will let the demon have his fun, and once it is done, I will take my rightful place. I retreat into my mind, giving myself over to the demon inside of me who is begging for fun.
If this meat bag thinks he’ll get his body back after this, he can think again. He’s having way too much fun.
Salena belongs to him.
That cop may have her in his bed, but she will soon understand the consequences of her decision.
He will teach them all a lesson.
He paces the small house, trying to decide what his next plan is. He is angry and frustrated. Anger fuels him, making his balls throb in need. Someone will pay for her disobedience tonight. He stomps down the stairs into the playroom, the sound reverberating off the walls. He knows it isn’t fair to take his anger at her out on them, but fucking and slicing has become his favorite things to do. And when done together? Blissful.
His eyes scan the two girls remaining before him. Poor substitutes, really, but they’ll do. One is curled up in the corner, shaking and emitting pitiful cries. The other holds her head high as she glares at him. That one has spirit. He grins and moves over to her; he wants someone with fire in their soul and their eyes. It makes it so much better watching it fade from their eyes.
Grabbing her by the hair, he drags her over to the chair in the center of the room. He straps her to the chair, her eyes glaring up at him. He fucked her last night. Bit every part of her bare flesh, leaving teeth marks and bruises all over her.
Reaching for his favorite knife, he watches as it glimmers in the light.
“Are you ready to play, Salena?”
“It’s Davina, you asshole!” she yells, before she spits in his face. He tips his head back, letting out a full-bodied laugh that rings through the air. He wipes the spit from his face, then without a word he presses the knife to her thigh, slowly sinking it in. Her screams are piercing, and he almost comes in his pants just from the sound. Removing the blade, he does the same to the other leg. Blood pooling on the floor only adds to his excitement.
The screams from both women mingle, making him harder. It’s going to be a long fucking night of pleasure indeed.
Chapter Forty Eight
Salena
Iprobablyshouldhavecalled someone—Kai, Felix, shit, even Logan or Sander—but the trail is fresh, and it’s the first time I have any type of lead from the killer. The smell is vaguely familiar, but somehow rotten. I can’t put my finger on it. I went for a run, taking the track behind the house. But as I was running, I picked up on the scent. I didn’t have time to go get anyone. This is what we have been waiting for. It has been two weeks since we said goodbye to Lola, and it was the hardest day I’ve had since burying my parents five years ago. Lucy’s cries still haunt my dreams every night. Her heartache is more than I can bear some days.
I cut through the run-down part of town, sticking in the bushes, my nose following the trail. I stop, ducking under a large bush as a car drives past and disappears around the corner. My paws are silent as I cross the road, heading toward an abandoned house at the end of the street. I circle it twice, noticing it backs onto the small river, and a dingy rests on the shore.
I don’t sense anyone is in the house, but I can smell the unmistakable scent of blood. A lot of blood. With one last glance around, I shift into my human form and try the door handle. It’s locked, but I crush it in my hand and push inside. I follow the smell of blood to the basement. Shit. Do I really want to go down there?
Taking a deep breath, my heart hammering in my chest, I pull open the door to the basement and make my way down the stairs. I cover my nose and mouth at the smell of blood, vomit, and urine. I feel the tell-tale prickle of magic as I reach the bottom of the step.
Quickly, I pull out my phone and dial the police precinct. I rattle off the address and hang up before making my way further into the room. I gasp as I freeze to the spot. Gathering myself, I step closer. My stomach sinks with dread as I finally realize what I’m seeing.
