“You told her,” Soren growls at Gage.
“She was asking about you. And she spiked my drink.”
There it is—the truth. At least what he believes to be the truth. However, I doubt the drink was spiked.
“Who was she?” Reon asks, and Gage’s desperate gaze flicks to his.
“She said her name was Cressida,” he says, then looks back to Soren. “You believe me, don’t you?”
“I don’t,” Soren states.
“She’s a journalist,” I tell Gage.
“What else did you say to her?” Reon asks, stepping closer.
“Enough,” Soren barks, then to me, he says, “Your decision.”
“Dead.”
Gage turns to Reon, imploring, “Please, Reon. Please.”
“Reon?” Soren asks.
“Dead,” he simply says.
“Fuck you all! Fuck you!” Gage shouts.
And, as I’m standing the closest to him, he runs at me, but I already have my knife in hand. The minute Gage gets close enough, I lift it and slam the blade into his neck. His hands touch me briefly before going to his neck. His blood spills all over me, and I tear the knife out of his neck.
He drops to his knees at my feet, both hands clutching the wound. It’s exhilarating to have this kind of power. That’s one of the reasons why I love the Society so much. It’s because it lets you explore all the dark tendencies that you have crawling around inside you. While we have no issues killing on our hunts, we also have limits in that we don’t kill the innocent. Unless they betray us, that is.
“Bury him,” Soren commands as Gage falls to the ground, blood still pouring out of him and his eyes permanently open.
Dead.
TWENTY-FIVE
CORA
“I can’t believe you were going to go home with him,” Sebastian says from beside me in the back seat of the Uber. “And why would he pass you up for his friend? That’s weird.” He rolls his eyes.
“You told me I need to get fucked.”
“That’s because I saw the glow you had from the last time that man fucked you. And I know you’re leaving out details.” He holds up his hand and does a give me more motion.
“He’s good, okay? And he knows it.”
“So, what’s the issue?”
I shake my head and look out the window.
“You know the issue. I left Luke because I wanted more than just fucking.”
“You need to be fucked though. You’re more productive at work when you’re getting sex on the regular. After your night with Arlo, you came in and sold three apartments in one day.” True. I did. “You’re also a lot nicer to deal with.” He starts to laugh.
“What do you think of James?” I ask, changing the subject.
“He seems nice enough. But he’s kind of weird, right?”
