Page 6 of Deadly Sweet

It's been two weeks since I lost a piece of my heart and soul. With every passing day, I turn that pain into rage. That rage stokes the blood thirst growing inside me. It’s what's been keeping me going when every part of me just wanted to lie down and die.

At least I’d be with him, you know?But he deserves better than that.

This isn’t only for me, it’s for him.

“What is going on?” a voice sounds as the elevator door opens, and a man standing on the other end sees the bloody mess that is me.

“Bitch wouldn’t keep her mouth shut. So I shut it for her,” the troll holding me explains, shoving me forward, towards the man.

“You sure about that?” I give him what I assume is a bloody smile if the copper taste in my mouth is any indication.

“You little–” he cocks back his fist again, but the man stops him.

“That's enough,” he barks.

Troll dude growls, lowering his fist.

Turning my head, I take in the man for the first time. He’s tall, dressed in a suit. His blond hair is slicked back, and there’s a frown marring his handsome face.

Who is he? And what does he want with me?

“Why didn’t you just cuff her?” the man asks.

“Because this way was more fun.” The idiot holding me laughs. He grabs my arms, pulling them behind my back before placing cool metal around them. Cuffs. Fuck. “She’s your problem now. Bitch fucked up my face.”

I look at him over my shoulder and grin. “Oh, sweetie, it was already fucked up before I ever touched you. If anything, I think you look better now.”

“That's enough,” the other man says, stepping in front of the guard. I could be hallucinating, because that does happen from time to time, but I could swear I saw a smile on Blondie's face. Just the smallest hint of one, I’m sure of it. Okay, okay, it’s fifty-fifty at this point, but still. “I’ll take it from here. You're dismissed.”

“Thanks, Shrek, you're dismissed!” I shout back as the guard turns around, heading back into the elevator.

Once he’s in, he faces us and glares at me. “Good luck,” he sneers. “You're going to need it.”

“Bye, Felicia. Be gone!”

“Do you really think behaving like this is a good idea?” Blondie asks.

I look up at him and blink. “Probably not.” I shrug. “But what else do I have to lose? What are you going to do, beat me? Been there and done that. More times than I care to remember, if I’m being honest. It’s one of Corbin’s favorite pastimes.”

A look of... something flashes over the man's face.Huh. Couldn’t be anger, could it? Why would he care?

“So, are you the grim reaper taking me to my demise?”

He crosses his arms and raises a brow. “Why would you think that?”

“Because why else would I be here?” I question, looking around. It looks like one of those hotel lobbies I’ve seen in the movies. There’s a desk to my left, but no one sits behind it. All the lights are off, apart from a few that illuminate the space just enough to be able to see.

And there are no windows. Disappointment fills me. I was hoping to see the smallest glimpse of the outside world before I meet death himself.

My gaze snaps back over to Blondie’s.

“Come with me, Savannah,” the man says firmly, enough of an Alpha bark to force me to do as he says, but it’s probably the least aggressive bark that's ever been used on me. Almost as if he didn’t want to use it on me. As I said before,huh.

This Alpha... there's something strange about him.

As he grabs my arm and leads me away from the elevator and through a door—one that doesn’t require a code this time—I no longer have the feeling of dread looming over me.

Not to say I don’t have anything to worry about. If anything I have everything to worry about. I have no idea where this man is taking me, who he is, or what the hell is going on.

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