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“What?” I ask him, stepping closer as I bring the blade underneath his chin, letting the sharp edge rest against it. “I’m just finishing what I should have done a long time ago. It’s all finally coming full circle.”
Abel swallows, his throat moving against the blade as it nicks his skin. I watch a small bead of blood form along the small slice. “I’m your brother. You can’t do this to me.”
My brow furrows. “But you came here to kill me, didn’t you? So, let’s not pretend like our blood ties mean a fucking thing.”
“You’re a fucking parasite, Selene. You plague and taint everything with your darkness, and you don’t stop until everything ends in bloodshed. You’re exactly like him. I know that it’s not your fault, but you’re just as sick as he is. This is the only way to cure the illness.”
“That’s so touching,” I murmur, moving the blade across his throat, stopping as I reach the other side. I press the tip just above his jugular vein, the cold metal digging into his flesh. “It’s like you think you’re God or something—like you can just take matters into your own hands like that. You want to know a secret, though? Dad thought he was God too.”
Abel narrows his eyes at me. Gone is the frightened look that once consumed him. It’s replaced with anger, anger at knowing that what I’m suggesting is the truth. “I am nothing like him.”
“Jesus Christ, Selene.” Onyx’s breath slides past my ear. “Can we hurry the fuck up here?”
The cadence of my laughter fills the room, growing louder and more maniacal as I drop my face down to his. “You’re right. You’re nothing like him because you only think that you’re God. Dad was God, and now I’ve claimed the throne that was rightfully mine.”
Abel opens his mouth to speak, but I’m done. There’s nothing else he could possibly say that would mean a damn thing. Even if the cops showed up right now and circled us in this dusty, smoke-filled room with guns pointed at me, it wouldn’t change the outcome.
It wouldn’t stop me from slitting his fucking throat.
Digging the tip in further, I press the length of the blade along his neck and effortlessly slide it through his flesh, opening him from one ear to the other. Abel gasps, his mouth still open as the blood begins to seep from the open wound. It pours down the front of his body, soaking his shirt with the deep red liquid. Arterial blood spurts from his throat, splattering across the room and my face.
The fire roars just outside the door as the room starts to fill with more smoke. As it swirls around us, I stare at the blood pouring from Abel’s throat. I’m mesmerized, completely transfixed with the way it paints the front of his body.
“Selene, baby,” Onyx breathes against my ear. “We need to get the fuck out of here.”
I shake my head at him, lifting my gaze to Abel’s eyes as I tuck my knife back in my pocket. Blood sputters from his mouth as his bottom jaw bobs. The terrified expression on his face mixes with the look of hypovolemic shock as the color drains from his skin. “I’m not leaving until I know that he’s dead.”
“There’s no way he’s getting out of here.” Onyx wraps his hands around the tops of my shoulders, attempting to pull me along with him.
I break free from his grasp, my gaze not leaving Abel’s. “I want to watch the life drain from his eyes. I want to feel his soul leaving its vessel.”
Abel gargles, choking on his blood as he attempts to take a breath. His throat is split wide open, his trachea severed as the crimson liquid flows into his airway and fills his lungs. His gaze doesn’t leave mine, and I watch as the terrified look quickly dissolves into a blank stare.
His eyelids flutter, and he sputters once more as I watch as the life drains from his eyes. Deep down, I know Abel is still alive. I haven’t felt his soul leave his body yet. I stay in the same place, my feet cemented to the floor as the blood continues to squirt from the exposed arteries in his neck. The time between each sputter grows longer and longer, like a pregnant pause, until there isn’t any blood left for his body to expel.
I close my eyes, inhaling deeply through my nose as a sense of peace washes over me. I don’t feel the heat from the fire that roars as it tears down the door leading to the hall. My blood whooshes past my ears, and I can feel it.
It’s finally done.
I’m finally free from the threat that I should have eradicated so many years ago.
“Selene.” Onyx’s voice is loud and harsh as he barks at me over the sound of the fire spilling into the room. “It’s over. We need to fucking go. Now.”
The urgency behind his demand and the sound of his voice pull me from my trance. I turn around, my gaze meeting his icy blue irises. There's not a trace of happiness on his face. Instead, I see something in his expression that I’ve never witnessed before. Rather than the typical satisfaction or euphoric look in his eyes, he looks genuinely concerned.
He doesn’t allow me to respond or even give himself a chance to speak another word. Instead, he wraps his long fingers around my wrist and drags me behind him, leading me directly to the broken window. It took longer than it should have with Abel; I fucked around and wasted critical time. The fire that was spreading through the building quickly caught up with us, and our usual exit is consumed by the flames.
The window is our only way out now.
Onyx stops as we reach the window. “You’re going out first.”
It isn’t a request, it isn’t a question. It’s a simple demand, and there’s nothing that I can say to argue or dispute it. His mind is made up; and he will gladly burn alive in that building if it means that I make it out alive.
He wraps his arms around my thighs, hoisting me into the air as he shoves me through the window. There’s nothing gentle about how he handles me or gets me out. Broken shards of glass cut through my pants and slice my flesh as I’m thrust through the shattered window. Air leaves my lungs in a rush when I tumble onto the ground.
The force of the impact knocks the breath out of me. Bloodied and bruised, I roll onto my back, placing my hands on my chest as I stare up at the night sky and watch the smoke curling into the darkness. I struggle against the pressure in my diaphragm, fighting to suck in a deep breath. It fuckinghurts, and my throat burns, constricting as my body screams in protest.
A thud beside me catches my attention. I glance over and see Onyx lying on the ground next to me. His arms are scratched and cut open, just like mine, from the broken shards of glass.
