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“She’s been banging her head against the wall and she lost it. She attacked me. She was talking about demons,” she stammers,voice choked with the tears still streaming down her face. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t know what to do. No one would answer me,” she rushes.
I step closer to her and she winces when I raise my hand. My blood simmers beneath the surface of the meaning behind that. She expects pain, but when I wipe the tears from under her eyes, she sucks in a shaky breath.
“Take me to her.”
Carefully, she nods. Right on cue, something shatters somewhere upstairs, causing her to jump into me.
“She’s in her room,” Hannah says softly.
I step up the stairs, a sniffling Hannah on my tail, and take a left at her instruction. It’s not hard to find the room. I can smell it from here. A sickeningly sweet odor, like burning herbs and unwashed skin.
Makes my fucking skin crawl.
“Please be careful. She’s dangerous,” Hannah whispers, her little hand holding onto mine when I step into the door.
Funny, but not funny in a laughing way. Funny in a dangerous one because I like the way her fingers feel in mine.
That’s new.
“So am I.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t say anything when I step toward the room, releasing her.
“Missy,” I call, cautiously stepping into the doorway. It’s dark, save for the moonlight streaming through the window.
“Get out!” Melissa screeches and seconds later, a lamp flies at my head. I step out of the way just in time, spinning to find her huddled in the corner like some kind of forgotten feral beast. She doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on and her hair is a wild, matted mess against the moonlight in the window behind her.
Fucking hell.
“Missy, stop acting like an idiot and talk to us.”
I’m sure it’s not the recommended form of communication for dealing with a murderous psychopath, but it’s all I’ve got.
“Isaid,get out,” she hisses, throwing a pillow my direction next. I want to pick it up and throw it back, but I know that’s probably not conducive to talking her down from whatever proverbial ledge she’s on.
“I can’t do that, Missy.”
“Mason,” Hannah whimpers behind me when Melissa growls like a deranged puppy dog. She tugs on my hand, but I stay put. I’m not leaving her here if her sister’s gone off the fucking deep end.
“Hannah . . .” Melissa snickers, getting onto her hands and knees. “Take a sip, Hannah. It’ll feel so good.”
Hannah steps back into the wall behind me, eyes going wide at the little bottle in Melissa’s hand.
“Stay here.” I drop Hannah’s hand and step into the room, ignoring Melissa’s angry fists when she tries to bat me away from her and pluck the bottle out of her hand.
“You bastard!” she screeches, launching herself off the floor. I manage to turn away before she produces a goddamn steak knife, making a poor attempt to lunge at me and throw her onto the bed.
“Hannah, get something to tie her down,” I grit, peeling the knife out of Melissa’s hand and pinning her down.
“Get off me!” Melissa thrashes underneath me, rearing her head and smashing it back against the mattress.
“Hannah.” Hannah’s eyes wide with fear and locked on Melissa finally snap to mine and she darts into motion, rushing to the dresser and rifling through drawers.
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
“I’d love to see you try,” I murmur, voice strained from holding her down.
Listen, I’m a big guy. I’m six-foot-five, two hundred and fifty pounds and I can deadlift a transmission without any problems.
