“Yeah, and he was trying to lock you guys in there.” She gestures at the hidden door.
“That’s it, let’s move this shit upstairs. I’m fucking tired.” Walker says, stomping off.
Graham follows closely behind him, before Garrison grabs Sloan.
“Don’t try anything, Sloth.” He says in a threatening tone. With his toned arms, I wouldn’t put it past him to be able to do some damage, but I also don’t want him taking a risk that will hurt Sloan.
“Pierce would have loved that.” I say, mostly to myself, grief smacking me like a ton of bricks. Lukas looks over at me in surprise.
“Yeah, he would have.” Lukas says, his face scrunched in pain.
We share a moment of silence before we follow Walker up the stairs. I for one, am fucking glad to be out of those tunnels. There were so many paths down there, and it left me with nothing but questions. Why were there demon dogs down there in the first place, and how were they getting out? And where did those tunnels lead to?
I remember the severed hand that was lying next to dog and wonder who the hell that belonged to. I open my cracked phone and type in ‘missing persons in Possession’ to see if anything comes up. I manage to avoid slicing my fingers open while I scroll. The most recent article is from 1999 and is of absolutely no help.
Graham starts fiddling in the kitchen while the rest of us pile into the living room. I take the couch, while Walker paces angrily back and forth.
“Emmet, you wanted a house meeting. I think it’s time you start talking, the truth this time. I’m too tired for your bullshit.” I say, as he sits in the wingback chair off to the side of the room.
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“Sloth looked right at you like you know something, and I want to know what it is.” I press, watching him for any signs of faltering. The guy is too good at hiding his true feelings, and I hate how effortlessly good looking he is after all that he’s done. If I were ever in charge of making a world, I would make the people’s outsides match their insides, so at least you couldn’t be blinded by a cute face and some hot as fuck abs.
“I say we torture it out of him.” Walker says stalking up behind him and placing his hands on the back of the chair.
A wicked sort of glee settles over me, awakening a darkness that floods my senses. “Yes, let’s see what he knows.”
ChapterForty-Eight
EMMET
SONG: HATE ME BY EURIELLE
The jolt of electricity that Salem hit me with lingers in my bones, climbing up my spine and down to my toes. At her mention of torture, I know enough about her to realize she fucking means it.
A light sweat breaks out on my forehead, and I feel it run down the side of my face.
Salem looks down at me as I figure out how best to play this.
“Tell me what you know.” She demands, Walker stands directly behind me. The rest of the house looks on passively to see what we’ll do. Graham walks in with two sandwiches, handing one to Skye.
“I know a lot of things Salem, so you’ll need to be more specific. For instance, I know you’re a witch, I know that two plus two equals four, and I know what you sound like when you come on my cock.”
Her eye twitches and that’s the only warning I get before she zaps me right in my crotch again.
“Fucking hell, Salem!” I yell out, eyes rolling back in my head with the pain that racks my body.
She smirks, eyes flashing black.
“Alright, fuck. I’ll tell you something you don’t know.”
“I’m all ears St. James.” She says, sitting back on the couch as she crosses one leg over the other.
“When the headmaster died, do you know what happened to the demon that was inside him?”
She levels her gaze at me. “Where did it go?”
I stare back at her. “Not far.”
