Page 286 of Dirty Pleasures


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Pavel squeezed my hand tighter. “Come on.”

Together, we meandered through the decaying hallway.

A little girl wept around us, although we couldn’t see her.

Then, the man’s voice whispered from the darkness, “If you tell anyone, they’ll die. Everyone. Your parents. Daryll. Even Max. It will be your fault.”

I gritted my teeth.

You fucking piece of shit.

Rage burned through my fear.

The wind wailed through the cracks in the window.

I let go of Pavel’s hand and stormed forward. “I hope that bastard is still here. I will fucking kill him better than Lunita did.”

“I doubt that he is here, Kazimir.”

The scent of iron became stronger. Then soon, I spotted a solitary door. It was bright against the blackness.

At first glance, it appeared almost surreal, as if painted a vivid, startling red. But as we drew closer, the grim truth unveiled itself.

It was not paint.

It was blood.

Dark and viscous.

Oozing down the wooden door in a silent, relentless descent.

My stomach churned at the sight.

We stopped in front of the door, right as I saw the number ‘0’ at the center and in this tarnished gold.

My jaw tightened. “This is where the original lives.”

“I believe you are right.”

I reached out to grab the knob.

“Wait, Kazimir.”

I kept my hand in mid-air. “What?”

“Are you sure you should open the door. This is a clue. A major clue. The alters can tell Emily where this is. Lunita could walk her up the stairs, and possibly together. . .they too could walk hand-in-hand to this door.”

I liked the sound of that a lot, but there was a part of me that. . .wanted to do all of this for my mouse. I didn’t want her to have to be in this darkness. I damn sure never wanted her to have to hear the little girl’s weeping and that disgusting man’s whispers.

She was to be my wife.

I was supposed to protect her from as much pain as possible.

“Kazimir. . .”

“But, is this enough?” I frowned. “Or. . .”

“What do you want to do?”

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