Page 167 of Cain
She nods, her brows narrow. “I’m fine.”
“I’m so sorry, babe.” I kiss her lips. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”
“You’re here now,” she mutters with a shaky voice.
Suddenly, her eyes widen. “Watch out!”
A wooden chair crashes against my back, splintering into pieces.
“Your fucking pet missed!”
He’s still alive? Fuck.
Adam and Judas are still busy killing everyone else now that the chaos has started again. So now there’s just me and him.
I stand up and face him, getting ready for a physical fight.
“You look like shit,” he says, grinning through bloodstained teeth.
“You should have stayed dead,” I reply, rolling my neck. “Let’s fix both.”
“You spoiled fucking brat,” he roars, charging at me. The dude’s sixty years old, two bullets in him, and he’s still alive and kicking. I give that to him.
I sidestep, grab his arm, and drive my knee into his ribs. He gasps, spitting blood.
“I just want to know one thing before I finally kill you for good. How did you survive the explosion?” I ask, wiping the blood from my lips with the back of my hand.
He lets out a guttural chuckle. “Vincent.”
“Who’s Vincent? Your boyfriend?”
He stands—as much as he can—and faces me. “Vincent is the one who saved me. And ever since then, he’s become my friend. My family. He slowly fed my hate until I was whole again. Until I could see clearly through the oblivion you damned me to.”
“And where is your beloved pet now?”
“Where do you think?”
“Cain, no!” Katerina screams, her voice squeaky.
Instantly, a cold blade presses against my throat, and an arm pulls me back.
“Vincent, I suppose.”
“Finally, I have the honor to hold my mentor’s bastard son under my blade,” he growls in my ear. He sounds older than me, maybe about fifty. The nerve these fuckers have.
“The pleasure is all mine,” I reply.
Wade marches up to Katerina and grabs her by the throat.
“Now, let’s try this again,” he says through clenched teeth.
I turn my head just slightly.
“If you don’t drop that knife right fucking now, I’ll stain these walls with your blood and make him watch while I butcher every soul in this godforsaken church—and you won’t even have time to beg.”
Katerina yanks her body harder this time and slams her knee into his crotch.That’s my girl.
Wade groans, folding with a sick sound caught between a snarl and a choke.
