My ears ring, and I shake off the blow, pressing my hands into the tombstone to right myself, before I level David with a look that lets him know that he's just sealed his fate.
I rub my head and pull my hand away from the throbbing to see my fingers coated in blood. I wipe my fingers down my jacket and roll my shoulders back.
“Only a coward would take such a cheap shot.” I say, spitting out a wad of blood that’s welled up in my mouth. The metallic tang coats my tongue as I take a step closer to him.
I don’t hesitate to put all my weight behind the punch I level at him with my good arm. It lands in the center of his cheek with a satisfying crunch. My knuckles burn at the impact.
He stumbles back, and Skye lets out a screech of alarm as David regains his footing and comes charging at me. He grabs me around my middle and uses the momentum to take me down. Limbs fly as we scuffle on the graveyard floor. Leaves and twigs dig into my back as he rains blows down on my body. He manages to hit my recently recovered arm, that’s still giving me issues, and I let out a groan of pain.
Skye pulls at David’s back, but he pushes her off him, making her hit the side of her body into a statue of an angel. She cries out in pain, and he doesn’t even spare her a glance back.
I see red and my demon is more than happy to join the fight.
A surge of energy pulses through me as I knock him off me. I push everything I have into making this piece of shit pay. I bash my fists into him, blood spraying, as his face becomes unrecognizable.
I grab him by the collar and hoist him up as if he weighs nothing. His feet drag on the ground as I walk to the edge of the cliff.
His shoes hit the rocks that line the edge of the graveyard that separates us from a sheer drop. Waves crash against the bottom, waiting patiently for my decision. I could toss him over.
I look back at Skye and take in her tear-stained face splattered with specks of blood. My demon urges me to finish it.
“Fuck you.” David spits out, grabbing my arm in an attempt to push me off the cliff. His feet slip and he realizes his mistake too late. I let go of his shirt and watch as he disappears over the precipice.
Skye walks up beside me and looks down, her hair whipping in the wind. I know she won’t be able to forgive this. I have the heart of a monster. A demon. And I just killed a man.
“What did you just do?” She asks, her dirt-stained fingers cover her mouth in horror as she takes in the sight of David’s broken body. “What the actual hell did you just do?” Her knees crumple to the ground as she erupts into a heaving sob.
I crouch down beside her and wipe the tears from her face. “I don’t fucking care, Skye. I’d fill every single one of these graves with the corpses of anyone that dared to hurt you.”
She stares up at me in disbelief and I go to remove my hand from her face, but she stops me. She pulls me towards her and kisses me.
ChapterForty-Two
SKYE
SONG: GRAVEYARD BY NICOLE RAYY
My breath stalls in my chest. I should be disgusted. I should be horrified that he killed David. A guy that I’d liked enough to have a relationship with. I’d even considered that I might have loved him, but now David was nothing but a pile of crushed bones at the bottom of a cliff.
Lukas’s fingers dig into my hips, pulling me flush against his chest. My eyes take in his bloodied face, and instead of feeling angry and scared, my core heats with desire at the sight of this man who killed for me.
I feel sick. Deranged. There was something intrinsically wrong with me that I felt this need for him deep within me. This need to ravage him in a way that let Lukas know how much I still crave him. I slide my hands up his face coated in David’s blood. I yank him down to me and kiss his lips passionately. He meets my demand, opening his mouth for me, mixing our tongues together.
It tastes like blood.
“Fuck, I missed you.” Lukas groans, his cock prodding against me as he kisses my neck.
“Lukas. I have to tell you something….”
He pulls back and searches my face, his thumb rubs against my dirtied cheek.
“I slept with Graham, and I’ve done some stuff with Sloan.”
He crooks a smile and I frown, trying to decipher his mood.
“I don’t give a fuck if you’ve slept with everyone in the house. You’re mine. Even if you still want them too, this thing between us? It’s fucking real. I tried showing you my darkest parts and you fucking embraced it instead of running away. I’m not going to make the mistake of pushing you away again.”
“Your darkness doesn’t scare me.” I say, running my fingers up his muddy chest.
