My brows puckered in confusion. “You’re a kidnapper.”
Hetsked. “I’m much more than that.”
I sucked in a harsh breath. “You’re…”
“Go on.” He strolled around the table in front of me.
I kept moving backward, the golf club pointing. “You are a sick bastard is what you are.”
“That wasn’t what you were going to say.” He waggled a finger at me.
“You’re him. Master. You made Mr. Valentine up.”
He snickered. “You caught me.” His hands flew into the air. “Now what are you going to do with me?”
“Right now? Ask you why you did it all.” I lifted my chin. “I am a mate to a shifter, and I think you knew it too. You had me, played with me, and then left me. If you want mate souls, why would you do that?”
He leaned forward, and whispered, “I like playing with them.”
“Who?”
“The six aberrations.”
My eyes narrowed. “This is a game to you?”
“No, I know what I want. I just go about it in a fun way.”
“Let me guess. You’re some king of cat shifter.”
He lifted his hands and curled his fingers like they were claws. “Meow.”
“You’re fucking insane.”
He stiffened.
I smirked. “Oh, did that hurt the little kitty?”
“You’ll know hurt tonight.”
“I already have.”
“Then you’ll know more. I’m finally going to get something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
“That would be?”
He pointed a finger at the ceiling. “Why don’t you tell them to come on in? We can start the fun then.”
My eyes narrowed. “Fuck you.”
All six of the ‘aberrations’ were on top of the roof, looking down on us through the sunroofs. They were watching and listening, waiting for that perfect moment to attack. It didn’t matter if he was a shifter or human.
They didn’t want him to escape.
And it wasn’t lost on me that he kept positioning himself near exits. Because I was doing that too.
Godric walked through the front door, his hands thrown out, and a snarl on his lips. “I’ll play with you, motherfucker.”
