Page 84 of Pretty Little Prey
Sly leaned against a tree, crossing his arms and smirking at her. Blood coated his face, the red matching his hair.
They all wore the same expressions of: “Yeah, I’mthatgood.”
Bastille held Rohan up by the neck until the wolf-shifter’s feet no longer touched the ground. The basilisk acted like Rohan weighed ten pounds and not over two hundred pounds of pure muscle.
Bastille, the closest of the men to Luna, squinted at her, scanning her for injuries. He noticed the red rim forming around her right eye, where Rohan had punched her. A murderous gleam overtook his green eyes as he looked back to focus on Rohan.
“What the fuck?” Rohan’s gaze darted around the forest floor to where his pack bled out. “What thefuck?”
“You took something of ours,” Sly replied.
Bastille shoved Rohan against a tree, still choking him with a single hand on his throat. “You hit her?”
At his words, Sly and Nikolai stopped smirking. They took several steps forward, recognizing her injuries. Kobe dropped the leg he’d been biting into and began growling a low, vicious growl at Rohan.
Glancing around at all of them, Rohan asked, “Who the fuck are you?”
Luna rolled her eyes. Of course, all hadheardof the king of the Dark Ones, but no one knew what he looked like. That was part of the fear: never look at a basilisk shifter unless you are ready to die. Amused, she could have snorted to herself. Rohan had no idea who threatened him.
Bastille tightened his grip around Rohan’s throat. “You did not answer my question. You—hit—her?”
Rohan glanced at Luna, who remained tied to a tree. Kobe moved to bite her bonds from her. The rope had no chance against his sharp wolf teeth.
“Yeah, I hit her,” Rohan admitted with no remorse. “Look, whoever you are, you don’t know what you’ve done. She wasmyprey. I’ve hunted her for six fuckingyears—”
“Please, keep talking,” Nikolai dared him.
“I’veearnedher,” Rohan declared through bared, sharp teeth.
Bastille spoke to Luna without separating eye contact with Rohan. “Lamb, what did he plan to do with you?”
She swallowed and looked down at her feet. It was embarrassing how he planned to chop her up and literally eat her, all because of her animal form.
Sly nudged her chin up as Nikolai stated, “You don’t look down anymore, love.”
She inhaled. “He planned to make me shift so he could—so he could roast me. And eat me—”
Sly’s enraged gaze zeroed in on Rohan. “Fucker!”
“I would very much like to be the one who kills him,” Nikolai said.
Kobe growled and circled where Bastille held Rohan.
“We aren’t going to kill him,” Bastille said.
The men revolted. Sly and Nikolai shouted over each other, “The fuck we aren’t!”
Bastille’s green eyes began to swirl into spirals as he used his hypnosis against Rohan.
The werewolf fell for it instantly.
Rohan’s expression blanked; his eyes went glassy.
“You are going to do to yourself what you planned to do to her,” the basilisk said. “That includes cutting yourself into pieces. I say you start with the legs and work your way up. Roast your feet first and enjoy the taste of them as you consume yourself—”
“No,” Luna yelled.
The men turned to her with shocked expressions. “No?”
