My jaw ticks hearing her name slip from his mouth. I move my head from side to side.
“I advise you to keep her name out of your mouth. Unless you want to hold your tongue in your hand.”
The color drains from his face.
I put my attention back on the sister. “I’m going to ask you only once; did you place a death mark on your sister?”
Her brows pinch. “What?”
Again, my jaw tenses. I don’t know why these two humans pretend to be daft.
“Did you summon a demon to go after Nasiah?” Conah asks. I guess he could feel my tension rising. I’m trying not to leave any more bodies than I need to. If the sister placed the mark on Nasiah, then I have every right to kill her.
“What are they talking about?” the ex asks, confused.
Rochelle’s gaze bounces from us to Jamieson. “I…I..” she stutters.
I take slow steps toward her.
“The night I placed him in that wheelchair,” I say, continuing to walk up on her.
With each step I take she takes one back until her back hits the wall. “You told your sister that you wished she’d died. Now,I’m here to find out just how low you’d go to make that shit happen.”
“Did you seriously tell Nas….”
When I turn to glare at the ex he swallows the last few syllables of Nasiah’s name down.
“Your sister that?” he finishes his sentence.
I turn back to the woman in front of me. Her eyes water. Mine turn black. Her whole-body shakes, rattling the spoon inside the soup bowl in her hand.
“Okay, yes, I said that to her. But I was angry. I thought they killed you,” she tries to plead to the worthless man behind me.
“I can’t believe you. You should have never—”
“Fuck that,” I growl.
I didn’t give a shit about her threatening Nasiah. I need to know what she did after the threat. Wrapping a hand around the sister’s neck, I lift her off the ground. The bowl of soup falls to the floor.
“This is my last time asking you. Did you summon a demon to kill your sister?”
“N….n….no,” she chokes out. I sniff the air trying to see if she’s lying. She isn’t.
“Show me your arms,” I demand.
She quickly exposes her arms to me. Her mark wouldn’t be visible to the human eye like Nasiah’s, but I’d be able to see it. There’s nothing there.
I growl, releasing my hold on her. She drops to the floor at my feet.
Stepping away from her, I feel my anger rising. If it wasn’t her sister, who the fuck could’ve done it? I guess I’ll have to find who placed the mark and backtrack to find out who ordered it.
I walk back over to Conah. There is nothing else here for me.
“I won’t lie like Nasiah is my favorite person,” the sister says, causing me to turn and look at her.
She’s still lying on the ground, her back to the wall and her knees tucked into her chest. “But even as much as I hate her, I’d ask no one to kill her.” The scent of her words tells me she’s telling the truth.
Because I’m forsaken, I can scent truth and lies from humans. Demons are much better at it than the forsaken. They can scent lies even before they ask the question sometimes.
