That’s all I need to give my full attention to the man in front of me. I don’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across my face.
The asshole tries to back away, hiding behind his witch.
She spits at me and mutters something in a tongue that is foreign to my ears. I don’t stop as I wipe her vileness from my chin.
“You’re dead,” I tell… well, both of them.
I feel Astra’s pull. I feel the air turn electric. I feel her power swirl around me.
Sandra is no match for My Beauty. I don’t even have to push her out of the way, because it’s like one minute she’s there, and the next, she’s stumbling away like some invisible rope is pulling at her or something. I don’t stop to find out what the hell is going on.
A blur of red flashes in my peripheral vision before the sound of a shot rings out. Something heavy falls behind me, or rather someone, and I have a feeling they won’t be getting up.
I wrap my hand around Aubert’s thick neck, squeezing just enough to make it uncomfortable. He’s flailing around like a jackass, and I’m having a hard time pinning his hand down with the knife in my grip.
Suddenly, a hand takes over, holding Aubert’s wrist firmly against the hard surface of the desk.
“Need some help?” Torrin asks as I turn my head and look at him. He’s got dried blood all down his face and on his suit coat. His cheek is swollen, and I can already see the black and blue turning the skin. His eyes say he’s had enough of this shit and he’s ready for bed.
“Thought you were dead,” I say flatly, though inside I’m fucking glad he isn’t.
“Me? No way. You can’t kill the Devil,” he replies, and my gaze flicks up to see he is still wearing those damn horns. I snort and shake my head. “Just needed a little nap, was all.”
Aubert grunts and tries to wiggle free.
“Ready?” Torrin asks.
I don’t bother answering. I bring my blade down on Aubert’s meaty pinky, chopping just below the band of the ring. It takes more than one chop, and I’m suddenly glad I didn’t sharpen my knife before I gave it to Fabien. Once his finger is free, I fling it across the room, grinning as I hear the clunk of the metal ring ping off the wall.
“This is for my father,” I say as I stand tall.
I plunge my blade into his heart. I see the fear in his eyes. I eat it up, committing it to memory.
Normally, I’m not like this. I handle shit and move on. But with him, this death is for pleasure.
I pull my blade out, blood instantly running out of the wound in his chest.
“This is for Astra,” I tell him as I jab my blade under his chin, likely slicing right through his tongue. His mouth fills with blood, overflowing and running down his face when I jerk my knife back out.
“You’ve fucked with me for the last time, Aubert.” I stab him in the throat for good measure. “Go to Hell.”
I watch until what little life he has left fades from his eyes.
That’s it.
It’s done.
I turn to find Astra fighting her own demons, and I can’t help but smile.
She’s fucking stunning. Watching her charged up on magic is making my dick hard.
Torrin must notice when I shift to adjust myself because he shakes his head at me.
I don’t fucking care.
This night has ended the way I hoped it would
Everything is going to be just fine.
