Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Fuck you,” she says, kicking him again, then turning to me, she demands, “Give me your axe.”
“Caterpillar, we have to at least give him a chance.” She stomps to the car, pulls open the door, and reaches inside for something before she stalks back to him. She cuts the rope, tying him to the tree, and he falls face-first. Then she cuts the tie from his hands before she kicks him in the back.
“Run, you little bitch.” She stomps.
Deven stands and takes one step toward her, but she holds the knife up for him to see. He looks over at me, and I smile at him before he runs. He’s probably still drunk, which means he’s going to bleed like a bitch if she cuts him right now.
“I’ll be on my way then.” She turns to the voice of Soren, who is standing at the back. He is the one who actually caught him. For her. A one-time deal, he said, in hopes that one day she will forgive him.
“You.” She seethes and looks at me. “Can I hunt him too?” she asks, gripping the knife tighter in her hand. I look up to Soren to find him smirking, then lean down and whisper in her ear, “You may, but he was the one who got him for you.” She turns and looks back at him before I see Deven turn and peer at the path ahead of him, which leads straight into the forest.
Lilith holds out her hand, and I pull the masks out of my pocket. Her eyes shimmer with excitement as she slides one on while Soren leaves.
“Are you afraid?” I ask before I put mine on.
“No, this is the best gift ever.”
“Even if it’s a wedding gift?”
“Tell me now, Reon.”
“I like it when you say my name like that, all demanding and mean.” I lean in and bite her ear through the mask. “Our date on the rooftop, I slipped something into your drink, and then I bribed a priest to marry us. You signed on the dotted line that night. It was that easy.” Pulling back, I lay my hand on the necklace she still wears. Mine.
“Why?” she asks.
“I had a bad feeling about the Hunt, and I did not trust Soren since I’d broken it off with Maya. To save face, I decided to make things easier by marrying you. Little did I know you were out here, and that random decision was the best one I had ever made.” She lifts her mask and stares up at me.
“That was not a random decision. You drugged me and made me marry you without my consent.” She scoffs at me.
“As soon as the marriage was finalized, I was a gentleman, despite you groping me all the way home, and we know I’m a sucker for all things you, so I want it noted how I restrained myself from your advances.”
“I was drugged, you dick.”
“That’s beside the point,” I smirk at her. “I might add, as well, that I have evidence of our marriage, photos. I took you home, changed you, and put you in bed.” Before she can say anything else, I also tell her, “Technically, you own half of everything I own… no prenup.”
She smirks as she pulls the mask back down. “Maybe I’ll take everything you have. My first marriage taught me to do that.” She laughs, then sprints off into the forest. I chase after her. At first, I lose sight of her but quickly find her by her footprints. Sliding my mask on, I sneak up behind her as she decides which way to go. Her ass screams at me to grab it.
“Left,” I whisper in her ear.
She raises a brow at me from over her shoulder. “How do you know?”
“I know these woods,” I remind her, and she goes left.
The axe is heavy in my hand as I follow close behind her. There is no way Deven can sneak up to hurt her. She will never hurt like that again.
Ever.
The sounds of wildlife are the only things we hear until the crunching of quick footsteps makes it to our ears.
“Run, you little bitch,” she says in a low voice, aiming it in the direction I knew Deven would be running toward as she ties her hair back up. “Give me the axe.” She holds out her hand, and I hold it up.
“Say, please, husband,” I tease her. She drops her hand, steps up to me, and with a move so fast I didn’t see it coming, cups my cock through my pants.
“Husband, give me the fucking axe.” She squeezes a little harder, and I hold it out to her.
“Of course, wife. Anything for you.” She releases my cock, takes the axe, and starts running the same way Deven went. Following behind them like a proud husband, I hear the first scream, loud and echoing through the forest. When I reach them, I find Deven on the ground, the axe blade embedded in his calf muscle. She pulls it out as I near, and his leg bleeds heavily.