She snorts, and I can hear with and without my comm in. “Yes, it very much so.”
Not wanting the game to be over, I squat down out of immediate sight. Happy for the cover the trees provide. Snapping my gaze up, I pan over to see Mikah remains knocked out, his head lolling to the side.
“All that talk about how ‘if I catch you, I get to fuck you,’” she mocks. “All of it only to lose so spectacularly.”
Chuckling, I reply, “But the game isn’t over yet, little fox. Isn’t it a bit too early to celebrate?”
The question doesn’t hang in the air one second before she snarks, “Just bring me the mask, and you can watch me work, so I can show you how it’s done.”
My cock stiffens, making my tactical gear far less comfortable. I try to give it a pep talk, reminding it we kill then fuck, but it knows the cause is barely ten yards out.
“Mikah, you piece of shit, I’m here. Where the fuck are you?” Talia screams, the neon red glow of her mask glints in the night as she steps out from under the shield of trees.”
She makes it nearly ten steps before she freezes in place, looking at Mikah, before twisting to search for me.
My pulse quickens, excitement radiating off my body. And as if she picks up the thumping in my chest, I know her soft brown eyes land exactly where I’m hiding.
Let the game begin.
Tati
“Isee you, Brax. There’s no longer a need to hide,” I taunt.
Seeing Mikah tied to a tree wasn’t what I expected once I stepped into the clearing.
We’re near the main barn, and I chuckle to myself because, of course, Mikah would stick close to an exit.
Chicken shit.
Brax steps out from his hiding spot and closes the distance between us, only stopping when we’re chest to stomach.
The tall fucker.
Then he lowers his mouth to my ear, “I’ve been waiting for you, little fox.”
My breath hitches, caught in my throat before I quickly swallow.
I can’t do this with him. Not right now.
Glaring up, I push Brax away and punch him in his muscular arm. “I don’t have time for your Loki-ass behavior at the moment.”
Understanding appears on his face. He moves back, giving me the space I need.
And there he is. The piece of shit I’ve waited eighteen years to be at my mercy.
Tied to a tree and bleeding. That’s how I find Mikah Gordon, theharbinger of senseless evil. He may not be a Fredrick, but he certainly was the one who offered us up on a crystal platter.
A whirl of emotions flows over me—anger…sadness…smug satisfaction. I finally have him where I want him.
I pause, realizing what it means for him to still be breathing.
Turning back around, I survey Brax, looking for the answer as to why he left Mikah alive instead of getting the vengeance he so rightly deserves. “You didn’t kill him?” I question, knowing he’s owed this kill just as much as I am. “But, your sis?—”
Raising his hand, he silences me, and every potential inquiry dies on my tongue.
“You grieve as I do, but it’s different. The light in your world was drowned in the blood of your family.” He pauses, trying to mask the pain in his gaze. How and why he’d do this for me—give up his chance of revengefor me. “Emi would want it to be this way,” is the last thing he manages before his mouth snaps shut.
I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent the tears I know are welling in my eyes from spilling over.
