“You think it’s that easy? But I will humor you. Have him brought up, Cannon.”
The soldier in the suit lifts his wrist and speaks quietly into a band strapped there then goes to the door and exits. I’malone with Clay, a situation I would never wish on myself. He’s creepy as fuck and clearly willing to break every law in existence, if he can get away with it.
I fold my arms.
For several minutes, we don’t move. Stalemate. Then he pulls a phone from his pocket as some message comes through. Since their systems are down, the intercoms will be too.
He reads the message then he tucks away the phone, smiles, and advances. “They’re coming.” The man smiles like a snake.
He circles me, studying every inch of me from my boots upward. I turn to follow him. The way he lingers on my ass and my breasts then stops and flexes his hands at his sides, it’s meant to be provocative, antagonizing, and potentially sexual.
“Why are you not worried about having that video released, of you being fucked at that party? Tied up and with a dildo spear up your ass anddamnthose orgasms when you screamed…” He blows out his cheeks. “So, again. Why?”
He has a real video then. Who took it? Zedder? Dawid is dead, but I guess that doesn’t rule him out.
“Because I don’t. I just do not give one fuck about that, or you. Once I leave here with Kail, you can go fuck yourself sideways or have that man of yours do it for you. Cannon? What an apt name. You can have a cannon up your ass.”
“Bold of you. You have no clue as to how far I will go to keep everything a secret, do you, Miss Tarrant? I might copy what that creature did to you when I fuck you, but before I have you killed, of course.” He stares at my breasts again. “We’re going to pull him apart in a few days, to see if he can recover. I really should let you watch, shouldn’t I? Then I can have you killed.”
Sweat gathers on my forehead.
What time is it?I don’t dare ask Rasmus. Flight or fight? It felt like my heart dropped out of my body when he said he’d kill me. I cannot do anything to him. I have no weapon, no martial arts skills. He’s bigger and has men he can call on.
“Promises, promises,” I tell him, refusing to budge an inch. Until he reaches out as if to grab my neck. I step backward.
He follows, slowly, still displaying that superior, irritating smile.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” I grate out. Kneeing him in the balls is tempting. Result—uncertain. I imagine him punching me in the face in return.
Adrenalin spikes my heartbeat, makes my nipples harden, and kicks me in the stomach.Breathe. In. Out.The seconds ooze by.
“You’re really on your own here. Stupid,stupidgirl. Kail won’t be able to help you. You’ll soon see why.”
What fucking time is it?
“Are you in love with that monster? You must be!” He roars with laughter. “Why did I not guess! Fucking him for hours then you coming here and sacrificing yourself. And I nearly forgot to tell you we have his DNA makeup. I won’t tell you all of it, but one of the men was… No, not was. Is he still one? He has killed two men here, hasn’t he?”
“What are you babbling about?” At least he’s stopped chasing me.
“One of the men whose flesh is inside him, and doesn’t that soundfuckingdirty? One of them loved torturing, raping, then killing women. Nine victims. Do you think it was an important part? His cock? His brain? Should I throw you in with him after I’m done with you? Still want to save him?”
What the hell?
But… I don’t care. What matters is how he treats me. Kinky-as-hell sex? I own that sucker.
Wait… This is the why. Thisis what made Kail run, and I don’t have time to process this. Not now. So, I simply shout what my heart tells me to.
“Yes, I love him! And I will love Kail forever, because he is nothing like you!”
Behind me, someone steps through the door, and I swing, hoping it’s Kail, though I know he will be restrained in some way.
It’s not him, or Cannon. It’s a man in a sheriff’s uniform and hat. I almost don’t recognize him. The hard alien stare the sheriff pins us with adds another slithering layer of creep to this scene. He’s wearing his hat inside?
“Sheriff Baxter,” Clay sings out. “What a surprise. You’re in time to watch the entertainment.”
The sheriff raises one hand but turns back toward the still-open door as Cannon comes through. Following him are two of the guards I encountered, then Kail with his hands at his back, then three more men.
But…
