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I thought they’d be my salvation, but they look at me like I’m theirs.
Beaten, starved, broken.
With nowhere else to go, my only hope to survive is to sell my soul to the devil. After all, when you have nothing, even poison starts to look tempting. But the brutal men that work beneath him are just as trapped as I am, and now it’s too late for me to back out. They’re forced to make me into one of them, but I’ll use those skills to be King’s downfall.
I’ll set them free, or die trying.
But with bodies piling up, and secrets coming to light, what once seemed like the lesser of two evils is proving just how blind desperation can make a person. If even these vicious men can’t stop him, what hope do I have? I can’t even save myself, so how can I be expected to save anyone?
Even if I’m doomed to fail, I have to at least try. Because if I can’t pull this off?
Mom’s screams echo through my mind, a haunting reminder that there are many fates worse than death.
She shakes her head in exasperation, clutching a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a washcloth. “You hit me, I’m hitting back,” she warns.
I don’t need a mirror to know how offended I look. “You really think I’d hurt you?”
She rolls her eyes. “This is going to sting like a bitch. Even Grave screamed into a pillow when I cleaned his, and I wasn’t searching around for a bullet at the time.”
“First no probing and now you’re spilling all of my secrets?” Grave clucks his tongue. “And I thought we had something special here.”
The corner of her lips twitch, his crazy ass coming across as more charming than fucking annoying to at least one living soul on this planet. “Play nice.”
“Always do, love.” He winks, tucking his hands behind his head and reclining back.
She turns to me, tugging at the neckline and sleeve of my shirt before giving up. “It’ll be easier if you strip.”
“Do it slow,” Grave whisper-shouts and I smack his stomach hard enough to leave a mark. He tugs up his shirt to inspect the damage, whistling with approval and prodding the bright red handprint. “That’s a keeper.”
“Jesus fuck man, can you not shut up for five seconds?”
When he opens his mouth to speak, Elyse reaches out and covers it before he can get a word out. “Be good and I’ll answer one question; dealer’s choice.” His eyes light up and he mimes zipping his lips as she returns her attention back to me. “Take off your shirt so I can get the bullet out already, will you?”
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