Page 11 of Devil’s Snare

Before my mind could conjure fear, I was dreaming about a motorcycle ride through a barren street, Cin, and streaks of trees in my peripheral vision.

The oddest part? It felt like it wasn’t the first time.

Chapter 4 Cinerator

Ifreely admit that I stalked Gwen. It wasn’t that difficult. Not after her scent invaded my brain and lodged there.

Except she didn’t go home like a good girl. She stopped at a diner and met up with a guy. And she got fucking friendly with him. Close. They hugged. Twice.

It fucking annoyed me.

Too bad she never looked outside because she might have seen me on my bike, smoking beneath the streetlight as I watched her inside the diner. She still seemed sad, her expression betraying little glimpses of pain when her companion wasn’t looking, although she managed to smile at him a few times. I didn’t like that either.

My phone began ringing inside my cut, and I checked the screen, only answering because it was G.D. “Hey, Pres.”

“Where the hell did you go? Heard Omen losing his shit and howling like a goddamn banshee. We got trouble?”

“You’d know if we did,” I grumbled, growing irritated when the man across from Gwen reached for her hand and squeezed it like he was offering comfort. Fucker needed to back off.

“Is that a fucking no, asshole?”

Fuck. Who pissed him off?

“Yeah, we’re good.”

“Then why is Omen still howling? I can hear him from inside my office. He’s not letting up either.”

“Don’t know,” I admitted.

“Then get the fuck back here and figure it out.”

“Shit, Pres. I’m nowhere near Deathrock.”

“Christ, Cin.”

I could tell he was frustrated, but I wasn’t leaving Gwen. “Maybe call Fiend. Omen should calm down if he drops by.”

Gravedigger grumbled a reply and hung up. I’d hear about this later. Probably in church.

Since Gwen was still eating, I tapped Cyber’s name in my contacts and lifted the phone to my ear.

“Yo, what you need, brother?” He was the guy we all went to when we needed technical help or information. I fucking hated computers. He was the one I always turned to when I had an issue. Cyber’s skills included infiltrating the hidden places on the dark web. He could find anyone. Anywhere. Locate whatever you needed with speed and efficiency that was almost scary.

“Got a license plate I want you to check out.”

“This for you or G.D.?”

“It’s personal. Just between us. I’m not fucking kidding, Cyber.”

“Yeah, yeah. I got you. Text it to me, and I’ll send you what I find.”

“Thanks.”

We ended the call, and I sent him the info, not surprised when he got back to me in less than five minutes with Gwen’s last name, address, and phone number. I didn’t plan to use it. . . yet. Saving it to my contacts list, I clicked off my cell, and shoved it into my cut.

I found her truck at the diner when I left the cemetery. It wasn’t hard to spot since only a few places were open this late. Couldn’t pass up stopping and watching her once I saw her truck in the lot. Oddly enough, I noticed her scent first. That snared my attention, guiding me to ride down the road that led to the diner.

Took Gwen another half hour before she finally stood, ready to leave the diner. I finished my third cigarette, flicking the butt across the asphalt. The guy had his arm around her shoulders as they walked outdoors, and I cracked my knuckles, thinking I needed to find out where he lived and how he knew Gwen.