Page 118 of The Satyr's Guilt
Her ex choked back sobs. “Assholes.” Themale cried, his tears and snot leaking onto the floor.
“We are.” Rein smacked a hand to Steven’schest, pushing so he swung back and forth.
“I’m gonna throw up.”
“Oh, man. I hate it when they puke.” Rampulled up a stool next to Denim and patted her thigh. “You don’thave to be here, doll.”
“This is where I belong.”
He nodded but let his palm linger.
With another push, Steven’s screams echoedthrough the Cubes.
“Pussy.” Rein looked at the females.“Apologies. I love pussy. Just one now, of course.”
Galena winked, but Denim’s forehead creased.“You’re all enjoying this.”
True.
Ram stroked her thigh as he whispered in herear. “Remember what he’s done. This is justice. Besides, we havetwo innocent vamps to save.”
Steven focused on Denim, his black-and-blueeyes swollen. “Help me.”
She slid off the stool and approached herex. Fisting his dirty hair, she bent, bringing his face nose tonose. His lids flicked up and down as if he was trying to have alook-see. He almost smiled but winced when he tried to curl hiscracked lips. “I don’t care what they do to you, sonofabitch. Infact, I might give them a few ideas. Like to cut off your useless,shriveled sacs. Tell us where the two vampires are, and I’ll askthem to go easy on you.”
“Nice one, Denim. My blade’s sharp. Let me.”Galena drew out a knife, holding it point up until it glistened inthe overhead lights.
With the fistful of Steven’s hair, Denimrattled his head. “Did you hear her?”
Steven sobbed. “Don’t know.”
“Then I’m sorry for you.”
Denim returned to her stool. She waved adismissive hand. “Do whatever you want to him. He’s a pig. If hecan’t tell us where the two are, he’s useless.”
Rein signaled the older gaffer. “Gotanything for this pussy male?”
“My favorite. We got Mung Beetles fromDarque. They like to crawl into any opening. Ears. Asshole. Mouth.Eyes. After they nest, they eat your organs. Nasty shit. I’ll beback. We keep them stored in a terrarium under a heat lamp.”
Ram scratched his ear. “Why there?”
The older male smiled, his mouth a slash ofgrim pleasure. “They like to live where it’s warm.” He left theroom.
Trying to wriggle out of his restraints,Steven shrieked, his legs jerking, his body undulating like a worm.“No. No. Ask me questions.”
“Okay. Here’s one. Who’s calling the shots?”Rein caught the prisoner’s head between his hands.
“Mars.”
“His real name?”
“I dunno.”
Rein yelled into the backroom. “Got thosebeetles yet?”
“I don’t know if that’s his real name. Idon’t. It’s the only name I’ve heard him called. Dark buzz-cuthair. Cold eyes. Like yours. Ex-military.”
“Who signs his paycheck?”
