Page 32 of Devil's Delirium


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And I had no idea what he wanted.

“What?”

“Say you don’t feel it.”

I swallowed.

Was there a curse in the room?

An opponent approaching?

“Feel what?”

“The energy here. Us...” He leaned into my neck, inhaling a long, lingering breath through his nose.

There were two instinctive reactions to this deep in my gut; one, he was right. There was some kind of synthesis between us. But Ididn’t know what it meant. And two, it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. I assumed it was a trick by the house itself. Either that or me and my dysfunctional hormones, a gift of my childhood.

Ivan was the biggest mistake, but I stupidly lusted after all the scariest dudes who came in to see him. Sometimes, when he shared me, I pretended it was my choice. I’d get myself off while I rode them, fantasizing it was their fingers circling my clit. It never was.

The tension crackled between us for another second, but I couldn’t stand it. Maybe it was his trick rather than the house itself. With clenched fists, I pushed him away and scrambled to the other side of the room. “The only thing I feel is terrified of my promised death tonight. If not by anyone else, then by you at the very end.”

He pressed his lips together in a wistful frown. “I don’t think that’s likely. I can think of far more interesting things to do to you.”

I rolled my eyes. “If it came down to you or me at the end of the night, and we couldn’t leave until one of us gutted the other–”

“I’d let you gut me.”

I froze.

Speechless.

The only sound was that of my heart pounding in my ears.

What. The. Fuck.

“You’d what?”

“I’d hand you the knife and hold my hands behind my back so you could have your way with me. Do you think you could do it? Would that be as hot for you as it would be for me?”

“You’re sick.”

He nodded. “Probably. But I’m your best chance out of here. Now. Let’s sit down so you can tell me all about this guy who hurt you so bad you became a suicide bomber. I’m very much looking forward to hunting him down.”

Chapter Twenty-Two: Immortal’s Lament

Maverick

I didn’t know whyI felt such a pull to keep her close and safe, but it had to be something to do with the way she radiated light like that—and only to my eyes. I had to find out what it meant. With the Seraphim Guard hovering close lately, I had to consider she was one of them, but damn, I really hoped she wasn’t.

If she was a hunter, I’d rip her to pieces.

I’d fuck her first, though, because hellfire, just the sight of her out of the corner of my eye had my dick as hard as a steel blade.

Unfortunately, that presented a problem.

Technically, we couldn’t both leave. She was right; if it came down to her and me, we’d be expected to fight each other to the death. That was never going to happen. They didn’t log details about the contestants going in, and I wasn’t interested in the kind of scrutinywinning would bring. I only needed to find the information I was here for and phase out. But I could get that in other ways, too. She was way more interesting.

I would have wrapped my arms around her and phased out right then, but her confession gave me pause. According to her, she’d only joined the games to make sure her abuser lost. And while the odds were already against him, she didn’t think so. If her story was true, she might like to watch him die.

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