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I wanted to pull her to me, to save her from the agony, but I knew the only thing that would help her now was killing him.
“I’ll kill him for you if you want me to,” I whispered, and she looked at me, wide eyes welling with tears.
“Ryden…”
“Yes?”
“I know I’m a monster, but I don’t want you to look at me like… like I am. I don’t want you to see this side of me, Ryden.” Her voice was strangely soft.
“Yet you’ve seen mine.” And she hadn’t run screaming bloody murder. Knowing that lit the darkest edges of my soul.
“I’m not you, Ryden. Your darkness is brighter than mine. It is selfless. I’m not… not that. You’ll run once you see me for who I really am. You already hate me for killing Victor.”
She was staring at me, her eyes tearing at my soul. I was angry, but I wasn’t angry enough to leave her. I wanted to hold her close to me and never let go, to become a part of her madness, her rage, her world. As long as she’d let me.
“I won’t run,” I said, turning to Logan Jones. She was mine way before all of this.
Now, after all of this… I didn’t feel like a stranger in my own skin. I wasn’t an outsider with my beautiful, dazzling masks on. I was myself. This was the ugliest I had ever been in front of someone I wasn’t planning to kill. Except Enzo. I belonged next to her. With blood and darkness and with her demons. There was no running from this. “I won’t let anyone come between us.”
Not even Victor.
She blinked, her mouth in a tempting little O, and once again, she didn’t answer me. It pricked like a fucking bee sting, but…
She turned toward Logan, avoiding my confession. She could run, but I’d chase her to the end of this insanity and catch her. She was my mad fucking goddess, and I’d burn the entire universe down for her, morality be damned, goodness be damned.
She believed I was selfless, but how wrong she was!
“You’re bleeding,” she said. “Because of him. How dare he touch what’s mine,” she said as she knelt down next to the unconscious bastard. The look in her eyes made my heart hitch.
“It’s nothing. So… I’m yours?”
“You have been mine since the moment I caught you killing Phil… Matthew.”
“And?” I had never wanted something more than to be hers.
“And nothing,” she said. “The fucker looks almost harmless, and I can’t believe he was the one that killed my best friend.” Grabbing him by his hair, she pulled him up before slamming him hard on the ground. He groaned, finally coming back to life. “Why Kat?” she whispered to herself as I pressed my foot to Logan Jones’ stomach, keeping him in place just in case he decided to fight back, but the Ketamine already made him weak. “Why?”
Yara slapped him hard against his cheek. She pressed the knife to his chest while I kept the gun pointed at him. She smiled when he cursed. It was the smile of a predator, cold, calculating. There was no life in her eyes. I always knew she was not normal, but knowing she was just like me… it made me hopeful and scared at the same time.
She twisted the knife in her hand, playing with it as she studied her prey. The darkness swirling around her was mesmerizing, electric, and it pulled me in further.
“How do you know me?” she asked Logan, and his answering smile made me slam my shoe into his stomach.
He whimpered, shook his head, and smiled a little. Yara growled, grabbing a handful of sand and rubbing it against his right eye. As he screamed in pain, she slowly dragged her knife down his cheek. He screamed and thrashed and then stilled.
“What’s your obsession with me?”
“You know nothing, Yara Kent. Nothing.” Yara Kent?
Where had I heard that name? Kent. Kent!
The first one in the Hunters and Preys podcast—the man’s name was Jordan Kent. I knew then. He was her father. The monster I wanted to kill when she talked about him that day at her house. She assured me he was dead.
He didn’t just die. She killed him. She had claimed her identity, something unique, away from what he wanted her to be. She was better than me.
I still couldn’t find or kill my father. If I had to blame someone for Victor’s death, it was him. He was the reason our lives, my life, changed into this horrendous version of what it once was. But it also gave me this woman.
“You’re a fool. You think you’re smart, but you’re just ordinary,” he snapped.
