ir is in disarray.
She should be a mess. Instead, she looks wild and tempting, her silver eyes dancing as if daring me to move from this spot.
“Whatever is going on here will have to wait,” Dice says, curling his nose as if in disgust.
Ella blinks and looks away, shaking her head and muttering something to herself that I can’t hear.
“He’ll be able to break out if we put him in the cages,” Ella says to Dice, now not even bothering to glance in my direction. “They aren’t meant for his kind,” she goes on, puzzling over how to reinforce the bars.
“You don’t know this magic,” Dice says as though just remembering.
“Amy was always good at this sort of thing,” Ella says quietly.
“And Amy is dead now,” I point out with a tight smile.
She and the incubus both glare at me, while the unconscious incubus groans like he’s waking up.
“You should kill him now,” I say blandly, gesturing to the incubus who is rousing.
“We can’t kill him. He’s possibly been linked to these women long enough that they might die as well. It’ll take time to break their minds free from his—”
“I’m well aware of more creatures than you,” I interrupt, eyes on Dice as he swallows the rest of his words.
“Then you probably know how to reinforce these bars, right?” Ella asks hopefully, eyes peering over at me.
That innocent, do-gooder fucking girl always looks at me like that. Always forces me to let my enemies live.
Because of her, the wolf-witch girl is untouchable. Because of her, an anointed is still breathing. Because of her, Gavin is still on the run.
Because of her and her fucking family, who don’t understand our lives won’t be so mercifully spared when we lose this war.
“Of course I do,” I say on a long breath, moving toward the cage.
A smirk dons my lips, and they both breathe out a startled sound when I suddenly blur across the room just as the downed incubus wakes up. Before Ella can even reach for me, I grab the male by the throat, toss him against the wall, and slam my fist into his chest.
This is one fucking problem that won’t come back to end her when she sleeps.
She’s just too naïve to do what needs to be done.
Chapter 7
ELLA
“No!” I shout, my stomach sinking as Slade pulls back his bloody fist, a beating heart dropping to the ground and catching fire.
I stare in horror and shock as the lifeless form of Jeremiah drops to the ground, his own eyes frozen in disbelief.
Slade wipes his hands off on a towel like it’s no big deal.
“You stupid fucking sociopath!” Dice shouts.
When Slade glares at him, he clears his throat and changes his tone, but you can tell Dice is still pissed.
“He could have hundreds of—”
“I’m well aware of what happens to the women who’ve been tethered to his mind for too long,” Slade says with a shrug, moving through the doorway.
“So you’d kill them without hesitation?” I ask in disbelief, though I’m not sure why it’s so hard to believe.