Page 46 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
I stay quiet. Mateo’s made up his mind, and what he says goes. Demi’s smarter than he thinks.
“When do we start?”
Mateo glances between Colt and me before sighing and rubbing his five o’clock shadow with a tatted hand.
“Now.”
Chapter Fourteen
Demi
He leaves me tied to the bed, the bastard. I’m confused by his adamant declaration that he’d never touch me in the ways I’d feared.
I don’t understand anything, nothing makes sense. The way he and Colt reacted to my blood isn’t normal.
There’ve been enough fantasy books and movies written about this. I know what it means. I’m different. I don’t know how or why, but I am and now that he’s tasted me, it’s changed something.
The same girl from before enters the room a while later, shuffling over to me with a knife.
“Oh come on, you can’t even do the job yourself?” I scream at the ceiling, hoping the bastard hears me calling him out.
The girl doesn’t meet my gaze, and I’m not sure if she heard me yelling. Is she mute?
She lifts the blade.
“Make it quick,” I tell her and snap my eyes shut.
When the knife whizzes through the air, I expect to feel immediate pain. Instead, my wrists fall to the bed when the rope is cut away.
I gasp and stare at the girl as she moves to my feet. Once they’re also cut free, I shove myself off the bed. My legs collapse under my weight. Gritting my teeth, I push myself up and stagger to my feet.
The girl is moving toward the door, totally unaware of me. I stumble after her and grab her hair, wrenching her head back just as she places her hand on the doorknob. She doesn’t cry out in surprise or make a sound. She continues to open the door as if my actions have no consequence.
The speaker crackles behind me, wherever the damned box is, but I ignore it as I snatch the knife from her hand.
It’s almost too easy.
Is this another game?
Placing my arm around her chest, I hold the sharp end of the blade to her neck and spin around, glaring into the empty room. “Let me go or she dies.”
White noise fills the room.
Then he speaks. “Kill her then.”
Stupid indifferent vampire. I press the knife into the girl’s neck. She still doesn’t protest, even though I know it must hurt.
“Go on, do it.”
Ihatebeing called on my bluff. I also don’t want to kill her. Especially since she’s under some sort of mind control. Vampire compulsion. She has no idea how easily I could kill her.
Feck.
I shove the girl away from me and turn to leave, wielding the knife in front of me.
“Don’t you want answers?”
My back stiffens. “I didn’t ask a question.”
