Page 45 of Snag
Her sharp nails dig into my skin, deep enough to draw blood. Essence slithers over the back of my neck, over those wounds. Malignant, cloying essence that …
Is she trying to push me? Compel me?
“What the fuck!?”
The cu-sith suddenly presses forward, sloughing off whatever the fuck this cunt is trying to do to me. That’s the second or third time she’s tried that trick.
“You’ve been fucking manipulating me?” I snarl, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her head against the wall.
Zaya moans dramatically. Then she deliberately sucks the blood — my blood — from her sharply pointed fingernails. She writhes against me with my deadened dick still clasped in her hand, as if in the throes of passion.
Lie. Lie. Lie.
“Um … Reck?” A sweet, Southern-tinted voice emanates from farther up the corridor, from the direction of the hotel lobby. “What are you doing?”
Heart suddenly pounding, I jerk my head toward the newcomer, having already recognized the voice but completely thrown by the context.
Precious stands at the end of the hall. “Who is that? Reck?”
My little sister is not alone.
Zaya fucking Gage stands next to Presh. I know she’s Zaya because she slowly lowers her sunglasses, and her eyesare blazing purple nebulas. The same as they were in the room at the motel.
And I can feel her … I can feel that desperate draw to her. That terrible connection that I hoped was truly gone.
I can feel the cu-sith trying to tear through my skin to get to its mate.
Just like in the motel room, the real Zaya completely ignores me.
She cocks her head, leveling her gaze on the impostor. The impostor with my shriveled dick in her hand and with my hand wrapped around her neck, choking her. Lightly, but still.
Zaya Gage ignores me as if I’m completely unworthy of any acknowledgment.
And I am.
I am unworthy.
I always have been.
Precious’s eyes narrow with accusation. Her chin quivers as she clearly catalogs the many levels of my current betrayal. The depths of my depravity.
The malignant creature pinned by my hand to the wall cackles, incredibly pleased. Her gaze is riveted down the hall, as if I also suddenly don’t matter in the least, even with her neck in my bruising grip.
“Hello, little awry,” she croaks, grinning madly. The smile is too wide, cheeks stretched. “Or should I say … hello, sister. Nice to finally meet you in person. I’ve been waiting for you, so patiently, all day.”
She means Presh.
She’s claiming a blood relation with Precious?
I’m nothing … I’m just … bait?
I wrench my hand and my dick away from her. Then, stumbling a couple of feet, I spew blackened vomit all over the wall and floor.
SIX
ZAYA
“It’s a good likeness.”My voice is weirdly calm even as I defensively slip my sunglasses back up to cover my eyes. My gaze is locked to the dire mage wearing my face … and body. All while trying to ignore Reck propped up against the wall and vomiting all over his shiny shoes. Shirt and suit jacket rumpled, his belt and pants still undone. Though thankfully, his cock is tucked within his boxers. For his sister Presh’s sake, at least.
