We’re going to blow them all to shit.
Kingstone is the perfect place for a society like Omnia; the entire state is eighty percent woodland. They hide in the shadows.
Too bad I’m the darkness that fucking owns it.
I’ll stop at nothing to get Indie back.
The more time that passes, the more my sanity threatens to crack. The control I’ve managed to maintain over the journey is slipping again.
If I don’t keep my mind locked down, images of what they’re doing to her pierce through my fortress. The sick and depraved part of me wants to let them through. It just fuels me.
It adds to every single way I’ll torture them for what they’ve done.
Because Indie Kent ismine.
Mine to break.
To cause fear.
To mould together again.
She always will be.
I’ll chase her through ages and eras. I fucking ache to be with her. To have her in my arms, to stare into those mind-bending blue eyes.
They’re like a clear winter morning, the blue so pure, it’s a glimpse of what heaven could be.
I jerk when an image of them cold and lifeless violently flashes behind my eyes, and I rapidly blink it away.
My hand snakes across the knife strapped to my bicep. I’m going to carve her name into each of them.
“Louisa’s house is still empty,” Regina says in my ear.
Good.
I hope she’s still here, along with Morgan. We’re about to have an overdue family gathering.
Shame Barry can’t make it.
I nod to one of my guys, letting him move ahead to take a team and search the house, watching as they break off deeper into the woodland.
These guys are highly trained killing machines; they know to stay quiet and keep low. My technical skills are nothing compared to theirs, and yet, they obey my silent commands without a second thought.
Greg and Holly stay with me as we head towards the tunnel entrance. A streak of orange slices across the sky with the early dawn, and the waves crashing against the cliff rumble ahead, letting me know we’re getting closer.
The night sky was so clear on our journey over, the kind that Indie would stare at for hours if she could. I can hear her voice dancing around my mind, mindless rambles about planets and fucking stars I never used to give a shit about before her. But when she talks, the whole world should stop and listen.
Her eyes light up when she looks at them, and whatever she loves, I fucking adore.
She deserves every single one of them, and if I could grab them out of the sky, I’d hand them to her until she possessed them all.
She deserves nothing less.
We keep moving as the salt in the air thickens, a clearing eventually approaching as the spray from the sea below scatters through the air like confetti.
When we walk down the banked road, I note the drop from the cliff is at least forty feet, and the trail is wide enough to have large vehicles travelling through it with ease.
This is how their operation hasn’t been uncovered, lurking beneath the feet of the public. The people of Kingstone walk above ground, having no idea of what hell slithers underneath them.
