Page 32 of Sagittarius Saves Libra (Signs of Love)
Castor lets out a tssk. “We’ve passed that phase. Jump or stay. Which one’s it going to be?”
Bran is still laughing, but when David comes into his reach, he suddenly grabs hold of his bloody arm and digs his nails intoit. David crushes to the floor with a pained cry. Yanking his head back, Bran lowers his face to meet David’s. “You know, maybe Finn would have forgiven you. Unfortunately for you, you’re dealing with us now. And we don’t forgive. We want chaos and death.”
Die, David, Die.
Hauling David onto his feet, he pushes him forward and to the window. David screams, and the twins laugh.
“Jump, pretty boy. End your life before we slash you open.”
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck—” I come all over my hand, panting and moaning as my climax rages through me.
“Die, David, die,” Castor whispers.
David jumps. His sharp scream rattles through the snow-covered forest, only diminishing as he falls.
One, two, three…
Silence.
My mouth falls open when I watch him on screen. He fell flat on his face. Sprawled out onto the ground, I can’t keep my eyes off him.
He’s motionless, with a steady pool of blood forming into the snow.
Gone. My tormentor is gone.
“That wasn’t seven seconds, you liar,” Bran pouts.
Castor laughs as they make their way down, then halts when they reach the bathroom.
“Levi,” Bran slides a hand against the door.
I hear Levi’s sobs from the other side. Unsure of what to do, I press the light button, making them flash a few times.
“No?” Castor looks up. “No. Let’s go.”
Bran sulks as Castor pulls him out. They climb the final stairs down and walk outside.
Once they’re far enough, I unlock the bathroom door. It takes him a few minutes, but finally, Levi crawls out. He runs down thestairs, panting and sobbing as he exits the building and through the trees. I watch him leave the property past the fence a few minutes later.
My gaze sweeps back to David. He’s still there, on his stomach. I zoom in, and from up close, I see that his neck must have snapped.
David is dead.
15
FINN
“Hey, sweetheart.” Castor walks in first. He lifts his hoodie and scarf with an elegant sweep and shakes free his blond strands. My heart skips a beat at just how beautiful he is.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Bran gives me a smile that turns predatory when he drags his gaze down to where cum splatters are the proof of my earlier outburst.
“Looks like he did.” Castor pulls his brother in for a kiss. “I did, too.”
“What are we going to do with the body?” I blurt.
Still lost in his embrace with Bran, Castor meets my eyes with a frown. “That depends. What do you want to do with the body?”
I gesture wildly in the air with my hands. Okay, yes, I’m panicking. “No, I mean—we can’t just leave him there, can we? People will miss him, the police will come here, they will find him. They will arrest us, they will?—”