Page 46 of My Monster's Keeper
The Fae’s eyes bulge as she stares at our hands. “Impossible.”
Stix steps out of the shadows and puts a hand on Becky’s arm, drawing his fingers down until he is holding her other hand.
“Everything all right, poppet?” he purrs with obvious possession.
If she is horrified by my appearance, then seeing Stix has rendered her brain cells useless. She is mute with horror.
“You can’t be here.”
He smiles. “And yet, I am.”
“None of you should be here.” She shakes her head and then stops, her mind seizing on a realization. She looks between all of us and stops on Becky. Her smile grows, and it’s evil. “You don’t know who you're stealing from. You’re trying to get an omega, aren’t you? But it’s going to be too late. He’ll have fed them all to the wolves before you can even find one.”
“I’m not stealing,” I say coldly, glaring at her. “And we’re going to save those omegas.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “I’m going to die, but it’s okay. I wouldn’t want to be around for anything. When you watch the last one slaughtered, when all this suddenly makes sense…” She lifts her free hand and wipes her tears away.
“What is so funny?” Puppy hisses.
“Your whore is bought and paid for!” Sine hisses in his face.
Puppy growls and lunges, but Wilder drags the Fae out of his reach.
“What does that mean?” Wilder growls into her face.
She simply shrugs and pats his chest. “Kill me or let me go.”
Wilder’s temper flares. Her bones in her hand and arm snap, the limb suddenly bending all the wrong angles.
She screams until I reach out and gag her with the ice again.
“Let's not kill her or eat her,” Becky suggests into the silence.
Puppy gives her a flat, displeased look.
“Let’s give her to Diablos and put her in prison.”
The Grim’s eyes flare with light. “Torture now. Eat later.”
Becky hesitates and then nods. “Sure.” She pulls out her phone and walks away with Stix. Ten minutes later, Hartley, cradled in Diablos’ arms, arrives on the scene.
Diablos giggles at Hartley’s whisper. It is…disturbing.
Our giant demon leader blushes fire engine red when he looks over to find the six of us staring. It’s kind of like watching a train careen towards its inevitable crash. I cannot look away.
And yet, there is embarrassment and shame, too. And dare I say longing? I glance sideways at Becky. She smiles at the two of them.
“You guys are so cute together.”
Diablos glowers, but I can see he’s pleased.
“We have a prisoner for you.”
Diablos stops. “What am I supposed to do with a prisoner?”
“Hold them now, torture and eat later,” Puppy explains patiently.
Sarcasm from the Grim? Well, the world has surely frozen over.
