Page 188 of Shadowman
But right now, I feel nothing butalive.
Trevel inches, hovering his mouth over mine. “Byron…”
He wants to kiss me. I can feel it.
But we… don’t really do that.
Do we?
“Let’s go, inmates!”
The barking of one of the guards startles us out of our moment. Trevel still doesn’t seem like he wants to lose this—whatever the holy fuck we’re doing. But I duck away first, because I’m nervous, and I don’t want him to see it.
He always sees.
We pull apart and rinse off, peeking at each other all the while. Dazed and high on the confusion ofus.
Who are you, Trevel Fenwick?
And how the hell will I ever recover from you?
He knows why I’m here. Why I’ve come for him…
He’s frightened.
As he should be.
Inside his bedroom is dark, but my sight sets on him immediately. Lying in his large, lavish bed, the twinkling view of a midnight city from the windows surrounding him.
New York is watching on with playful eyes and a wicked grin.
Go get him, Trevel.
He’s yours.
Movements stealth, steps light, I traipse over to his bed and climb in gently beside him. He’s tied in an instant.
Sitting astride him, I cover his body with mine, watching him languidly regain consciousness. My lips twist.
This is what I’ve been dreaming of… Seeing his face. Forcing him to look me in the eye while I take his life.
I’d like to do it all with my bare hands, but I’ve never tried before…
So we shall see.
As soon as he becomes aware of what’s happening, his eyes widen, and he croaks, “What… what the f—”
“Shhh…” I place my finger on his lips. “Hush now, Number Four. It’ll all be over soon.”
My hands circle his throat, and his subtle squirming turns to bucks beneath me. “What are you—”
“You remember my eyes… don’t you?” I growl, grip tightening. “You must. After all, you turned my face and made me look at you. While you were…”
My voice trails into a hoarse sound of pain; an aggrieved chuckle, sadistic and hollow as I dig my thumbs into his windpipe. I’m inagonyinside, the deep bruising and infected wounds on my soul causing me to wince.
The rage in my veins chugs thick like hot tar, putting me into a trance. He’s really freaking out beneath me, but the sounds are echoing. My vision tunnels, and I think I’m crying. All I can hear is my heart knocking throughout my body, as if my pulse is synching with his. It’s pounding in my hands, pleading for a reprieve.
But I will not stop, no matter how much it hurts.
