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Without my father to guide me, without the devil on my shoulder, I was fucking lost.
Until I foundhim.
He was the only one who saw me—the real me—and that’s because we were one and the same.
Twin flames.
Mirror souls.
Onyx.
A bead of sweat rolls down the side of my face. My stomach crawls into my throat, and my heart pounds erratically inside its ivory cage as I creep through the darkness. I’m hidden in the shadows. The abandoned asylum is pitch fucking black, illuminated only by the moonlight that shines through the broken windows and holes in the ceiling.
I hear Onyx’s light footsteps in his all-black Converse as he stalks down the hall. Pulling my lips between my teeth, I slowly take in one last deep breath before holding the air in my lungs. When you have no choice but to be silent, you learn to train your body to adapt. I held my breath longer during the angry outbursts from our foster father, when we had to hide in the house before we knew about this place.
“Selene, baby,” his voice calls out, sounding like gravel under a set of tires. The sound lights my insides on fire. I clench my thighs together as my pussy tingles. “You’re not going to like it when I find you.”
He’s always different whenever he finds me—harsh, relentless, brutal. Just how I like him.
Come find me and see, I say in my head, keeping the words inside where it always feels like he knows what I’m saying in the silence anyway.
“You’re going to bleed, little devil,” he growls, roughly shoving open a door. It bounces off the side of the wall butdoesn’t startle me. I don’t breathe. I don’t move. I just listen. “I want to fucking hurt you.”
Hurt me, my broken boy.
Onyx stalks down the hallway, shoving open doors as he goes. Each time, they fly into the wall, shaking the brittle foundation of the building. I press my back closer to the wall, hugging it as I flatten my palms along my thighs. It grows quiet out in the hall, and I strain my ears against the silence, listening for him. I slide my hand along the outside of my thigh, slowly pulling my knife from its holster.
The spark of Onyx’s Zippo lighter sounds from a few feet away, and I hear him inhale deeply as the sweet smell of weed drifts past my nose. “You really think that you can hide from me? That I won’t find you?” A harsh laugh rumbles from his chest. “I always find you.”
And he’s right. He always does. He’s the predator and I’m his prey. This game that we play, we’re both skilled at the hunt and at knowing how to hide. But in the end, he always finds me, in the darkest corners because he knows that’s exactly where he would lurk.
“I’m not the monster that lives in you, but I’m the monster that’s going to be inside you soon. So fucking soon, Selene.”
Fuck.
He makes it hard to resist stepping out of the shadows, revealing myself, just to subject myself to his brutality. There’s a tenderness to his violence. He could easily take my life, just like he did to the guy lying in a pool of his own blood in the other room. Onyx has come close a few times, but it’s all part of the game we play. The thrill that we seek.
It’s the way that we love, because we’re not capable of anything remotely close to normal.
It’s violent and bloody.It’s us.
Onyx breezes past, not noticing me as I hide in the darkness between two doors. I want him to find me, but I’m not ready for the game to be over yet. The chase is the driving force that leads up to the climax, where our souls collide.
It’s like foreplay for us.
But little does Onyx know… I’m about to flip the script on him.
The hunter is about to become the hunted.
CHAPTER THREE
ONYX
My senses are on high alert. My body is completely in tune with hers. I can feel her and smell her, the electricity growing stronger with every step I take. My little devil knows how to hide in the shadows, but I know how to fucking find her.
I am the shadows.
I step into the adjacent hallway, but as I begin walking deeper into the darkness, something feels off. Her scent begins to dissipate. I can still feel her presence, but there’s a shift in the air that doesn’t go unnoticed. Something’s up and I can’t quite put my finger on it.
