My attention swings to the hellhound when he squeals, then he’s running in a different direction with a leg between his maw.
Lynx doesn’t chase after him, turning his focus to the four men bleeding out on my front lawn. One of them has eyes as unseeing as mine, as does his friend, staring blankly at the manor with organs spilling out from between the deep gash clawed through his torso. The third man is much the same, except with a missing leg.
Bile lurches up my throat, and I slap a hand over my mouth, breathing hard against the copper scent heavy in the air.
I think I’m going to throw up.
This is—Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t think I can keep looking, but my eyes… Curiosity is going to kill me.
Another man has two large open wounds in his shoulder where his arms should be. But he’s…
“Lynx, he’s alive.” I point a trembling hand at him and the ragged rise and fall of his chest.
Without missing a beat, Lynx storms over to the man and snaps his neck.
I scream—because what thefuck?
I hunch over, heaving and clutching my stomach as nonexistent bile threatens to rise. I screw my eyes shut to keep from seeing the scene. It’s just—this is one bad dream. None of it is real.
The smell of copper sticks to the back of my throat, and I stumble back. Being murdered is different to witnessing a murder.
It was the smart call. He was never going to survive his wounds. Butstill.
Oh God.
The police are going to come back now. They’re going to come looking for these assholes and then they’re going to see the blood everywhere. Then they’re going to find my corpse, and the corpse of that Connor douche.
No.
Think.
Think.
“We need to get rid of the evidence.” My voice wavers.
Fuck, I never thought I’d have to hide a body that isn’t mine.
We need to make sure that motherfucking dog never comes back. We need to get rid of the van somehow. The rain that’s coming will get rid of the blood, but we need to clean everything up before someone else comes.
And for God’s sake, we’re going to need a security system in place to stop anyone else from coming in.
I inhale shakily, my eyes darting between the men and trying not to notice the organs strewn across the driveway.
“It has to be six feet deep this time, or else Tidus will dig him up.”
Lynx kicks one of the men as if to double-check he’s dead. “I’ll make it ten, then.”
I nod at the man with the missing leg. “I-I’ll go find the rest of him.”And the hound.
Not even Satan can help Tidus once I get my hands on him.
22
Lynx
Ishould be hunting for Tony and beating the living shit out of him for this. Assuming he’s changed back already. Though if he has, he’d probably shift into Tidus again and chase me all over the grounds, but if I got at least one good hit in, then I’d be a happy man.
Not because he’s killed these assholes. No. I’m pissed off that he’s taken the weird, somewhat tense, and not too insufferable atmosphere between me and Sable and ruined it.
