Pretty When She Destroys (Pretty When She Dies 3)

“You have no idea what it’s like to be two-natured. The needs I struggle with.” Eduardo shrugged his shoulders, flexing his muscles.

“Yeah, I don’t. But you know the rules of the city. Cian’s rules and my rules. No killing. And you’ve killed close to twenty women this year.”

“There’s no proof of that. The cops haven’t found anything – not even bodies – and neither have you.”

“I haven’t started to look yet,” Jeff answered. His hands plunged into his coat and he found his pockets empty. He was unarmed, yet he met Eduardo’s gaze steadily. There was nothing he could do about his accelerated heartbeat, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to back down in his own house. Sadly, he realized that Aimee’s wards were not going to work against Eduardo. All the cabal members had their name engraved into the wards that protected their homes. Jeff maybe should have changed that fact when it had come to Eduardo, but he hadn’t wanted to believe the worst of his college buddy.

“I’m helping you tonight. I’m going to go fuck this asshole up and save the fuckin’ world. That has to count for something.”

“So I should just look the other way as you kill Amaliya lookalikes?”

Eduardo snarled. “Amaliya just looks like the girls I like to play with.”

“You mean kill.”

“I like to play with my food, okay?” Eduardo gave another dismissive shrug, but from the way his head was tilted Jeff suspected he was listening to keep track of the cabal.

“That’s sick, Eduardo. You do realize that?”

“If Amaliya would come play with me, maybe that would take the edge off my needs.” Eduardo didn’t seem aware of how ridiculous his words actually were, for he wore a completely sincere expression.

“You want Cian to let you fuck his girlfriend and do who knows to her what so you won’t kill in his city?” Jeff shook his head in disbelief.

“I’m helping to save her.”

“Right,” Jeff intoned sarcastically. “Well, Eduardo, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to help us tonight then stop killing.”

Laughing, Eduardo drew closer to Jeff, his face increasingly feral. “Yeah, sure. What’s in it for me? Maybe I should step back and watch the world go to hell so I can kill whenever I want to.”

“You and I both know that weres are going to be stuck in their animal form forever once the abyss takes the world. Some might like that, but I don’t think you will.”

“What?” Eduardo flinched. “No one told me that!”

“Well, it’s the truth. You’ll be in your were form all the time. An animal. And you know how demons and vampires treat weres. You’ll end up some vampire’s lap dog. Do you really think you’re going to make it out of this on top?” Jeff skewered Eduardo with his most forceful stare.

Eduardo sniffed at Jeff. “You’re telling the truth?”

“This is how it’s going to go down. We save the world. You stop killing.”

r /> “I could just kill you.”

“And that solves what? You don’t think Cian won’t find you and kill you even if the world goes to hell tonight? You think he’ll forgive you for not helping him save Amaliya?”

Shifting on his feet anxiously, Eduardo finally looked away from Jeff.

“What makes you think you are in control of your life right now? How do you know that the wards Aimee set up in this house won’t fry your ass the second you sink your teeth into me? This is my house.” Jeff stepped closer to the coyote. “My house. My rules. My wards.”

Eduardo’s jaw flexed, his throat moving as he swallowed angry words.

“Are you with us? Or not?”

Eduardo nodded curtly, stepping back.

“Right. This conversation is done.” Jeff strode past the coyote toward the front door just as Cassandra walked through the dining room with bags of weapons, Aimee hot on her heels.

Jeff motioned toward the door with his head. “We roll now.”

Eduardo stalked out of the house. If he had been in his were form, he would have had his tail between his legs.