They moved up and down the streets where they branched out.
Silas could feel distress and despondency bleeding out from the homes just as his hope started to dwindle.
“Where the fuck are they?” he wheezed.
It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. He was supposed to finally have them.
Vengeance at hand.
“They’re close. But even if we don’t catch up to them tonight, we’ll get them soon,” Phoenix rumbled.
But Silas couldn’t rest in that.
He prowled through the neighborhood.
A pillager with a single thirst.
One crown he wanted to wear.
Until they finally moved up the very last street on the farthest right side of the neighborhood.
There was a house on the east side of the road.
Surrounded by milky filament.
The yard was overgrown, and the paint on the eaves was peeling from neglect.
A ratty, dinged-up sedan sat at the curb.
The SUV was nowhere to be found.
But there was no mistaking it. No question that the fuckers were behind that door.
His jaw spasmed as his teeth snapped, and he inhaled an unsteady breath as he and Phoenix slowed, hiding themselves behind a row of bushes on the opposite side of the road.
“They’re here,” Silas muttered, the words clanking out of him like broken bits of steel. “I can feel it.”
Phoenix looked in every direction, a frown carved across his prominent brow. “Yeah, air is fucking rancid.”
It was more than that.
In it was fear.
Horror.
A terror unlike anything Silas had ever encountered, and he’d been witness and partner to a thousand wicked deeds.
And this was the lastdeedhe needed to commit to fulfill his oath of vengeance, and he honestly hoped he would die completing it.
He was ready to put an end to the maliciousness. To the wickedness that reigned in his heart.
Kent Ellison had no clue he was coming for him. He likely didn’t even know his name. Or if he had once upon a time, there was little chance he’d remember it.
Silas and his mother were inconsequential.
It didn’t matter.
He just wanted blood, then he’d call it done.
