Marnie was fucking lucky I didn’t slap the shit out of her right then and there.
“You haven’t been good, Little Bird.” I tsked while sweeping back the hair that had fallen over her face. “Let’s hope, for your sake, that all you did was hold his hand.”
Did I care if her virginity was intact? Yes, but not because I wanted her innocence. Marnie wasn’t innocent at all. She was dark and twisted. A killer the same as me. I never understood my fascination with this girl. Not until she slipped drugs in that frat boy’s drink.
As that idiot collapsed on the ground foaming at the mouth, I knew why she was placed in my path. All the answers I needed were in the smirk tugging on the corner of her mouth.
Marnie Dupire was my soulmate.
She just didn’t know it yet. But that was why I was here. I’d not only help her understand the beast inside her. I’d make her fucking embrace it.
“No more hiding, Little Bird,” I said while turning onto the airstrip.
Monsters like us didn’t hide. We walked headfirst into the depths of hell and played with demons. That was the only place where genuine desire could be found. Would she accept the blood her soul craved, or would she make me shove it down her throat? I was excited to find out. Nothing was quite as exhilarating as fucking with someone who thought they had it all figured out.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I drove into hanger number five, then died when I pulled to a stop.
A familiar face with glittering green eyes caused me to groan.
“Hey, man.” Logan waved as I opened the door and stepped out.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
The last time Logan just showed up, I shot him in the foot. And what did the asshole do? He laughed and said he probably deserved it.
“Did you honestly think you could commandeer one of my jets, and I wouldn’t know?”
Sighing, I crossed my arms. “I’d be more worried about the big mouths at your company if I were you.”
I knew I should’ve shot that receptionist.
“Well,” Logan’s brow rose. “When you pull a gun on a pilot, the CEO tends to hear about it.”
Okay, he may have a valid point there. But in my defense, I’d just spent forty minutes listening to some kid recite lines from his favorite video game. I was slightly frustrated.
That still didn’t explain why he was here.
“You could’ve called.”
“I could’ve, but where’s the fun in that?”
Asshole.
Shouldn’t be surprised, I guess. Micha, Mason, and Silas didn’t want to know what I was doing. Neither did my brother, for that matter. They couldn’t stomach my version of fun, which was more than fine with me. I liked my privacy. Something Parker learned at a young age. Logan, however, got off on sticking his nose in my business. If I thought it would work, I’d threaten the bastard with something.
Everyone had proverbial lines drawn in the sand. Lou, for instance, didn’t like getting his hands dirty. Logan Hudson was a different breed of crazy. You couldn’t threaten someone who’d charge headfirst into the afterlife and take on the reaper. His only weakness was Shelby Grace and the fallout from that wouldn’t be worth the hassle.
“Speaking of fun.” Logan leaned over to eye my passenger. “Looks like you had some.”
I shifted over to block his view. If he didn’t wipe that mischievous glint off his face, I might reconsider paying his girl a visit.
“Shouldn’t you be getting back?” I rolled my cold stare up to Logan’s twinkling gaze. “Wouldn’t want your girl worrying.”
“If I didn’t know any better….” He wagged his finger. “I’d say that was a threat.”
I sighed and walked around the hood to open the passenger door. “Never said you were stupid.”
There was no point in waiting for the idiot to leave. We both knew that wouldn’t happen until he was good and ready. Asshole was lucky I had a soft spot for him. Lou could blame himself for that bond. Personally, I’d have opted to keep us far apart. Insane and sociopathic weren’t exactly a safe combination, but hey…to each their own.
