I roll my shoulders back, turning to face him. My fists curl on their own volition, readying for a fight.
He tracks the movement and puts up his hands. “I’m not here to fight you.”
“Then, why are you here?” I don’t loosen my clenched fists as I stare into the soulless eyes of the demon that held me captive, subjecting me to its whims. He’s easily a foot taller than me, and I’m 6’4 easy. My well sculpted muscles are nothing in comparison to the beast looming before me.
“Maybe I missed you.”
I scoff. “Sure.”
“Or maybe I came to warn you about the dinner.”
I frown. “Warn me about what?”
“Let’s just say, you might not want to eat any pomegranates presented to you.”
I roll my eyes. “And why not?”
“If you eat any, you’ll be stuck here.”
I scoff. “You expect me to believe that you suddenly care about my well-being? After everything you did to me, wearing my skin, making me into a greedy asshole?”
“I didn’t make you anything that you weren’t already beneath the surface. Besides, I kept you safe enough.”
“Oh, wow. Thanks.” I press my hand to my chest, laying the sarcasm on thick.
“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He goes to leave. He could be fucking with me, or he could be telling the truth. The two years stuck with him have taught me to be leery, the mistrust pulsing beneath my veins like a second blood source, engrained into my very being.
“I’ve already eaten food they’ve given me, so I don’t know what the difference would be, Greed.”
“Fucking mortals.” He murmurs before continuing out the door.
One thing I know for certain is that the sins are out and walking freely, not held captive like we originally thought. Andthatcan’t be good.
I take one last look in the mirror and head down to this welcome dinner for Salem, the demon’s warning tucked away on the off chance that fucker was telling the truth.
CHAPTER7
Chapter Seven
SKYE
SONG: BAD MOON RISING BY SATIN PUPPETS
The town is far too quiet as fog rolls in from the still ocean water. Moonlight dances away the shadows, following the mist as we walk in one solid line. We’d dropped Lukas’ dad at the hospital wing, where they rushed him back. I offered to stay with Lukas, but he insisted on coming with us to the town.
It’s been a long night. Tiredness claws at me, my eyes feel heavy as I force myself to keep going. We need to find out where those souls went.
“This is fucking creepy, man.” Sloan says, his breath visible with each word he utters.
“No shit. I feel like I just walked onto a horror movie set.” Graham quips.
Lukas is uncharacteristically quiet, a frown pulling at his brows. His eyebrow ring glints against the low moonlight as he scowls, eyes scanning the streets for any potential threats.
My ears are trained on the eerie silence. I haven’t heard any howling or screaming like I expected. Worry claws at my skin, prickled with goosebumps.
“You figure out where that power came from?” Graham asks.
