With Dante disappearing off to God knows where, I’d turned on Luci. Fuck what Dante said about pretending we weren’t on to him; I couldn’t give a shit what the bastard thought about me.
Not after betraying us.
Not after what he’s done to Evi.
It’s his fault she’s in Valentine’s clutches before we’d even finished her training.
Before we could fully prepare her.
“Raaaaaaaahhhh,” I roar, throwing my head up toward the ceiling.
Grabbing a chair, I fling it across the room where it smashes into pieces. My chest heaves as I stare at it. I’ve destroyed almost every piece of furniture in the room, and this isn’t the only one I’ve ransacked either.
I’m sure Dante will make me pay for it later, but I don’t care. It could be worse.
I could be out slaughtering the city on my way to Valentine’s, and holy hell do I want to.
My hands ball into fists at my side as I sink to my knees in front of the windows overlooking the city. I lean forward against them, pressing my forehead to the cool glass as I try to gain some kind of control over my emotions.
I haven’t felt this out of control since … since Anna’s death.
Even then, it wasn’t as nearly as bad as this.
My hand slips into my pocket, and I pull out two fingers as I lean back on my heels. My own fingers close over them as my nostrils flare and my jaw hardens.
Looking up over the city toward Valentine’s lair, my resolve hardens.
I know I did the right thing by chasing Luci off, whether or not Dante would agree with me. He was of no use to me here, and certainly of no use to Evi.
Luci had to know he wasn’t safe here with me; he had to have a reason for Valentine to let him back in so soon.
To let him stay.
At least this way, if Valentine’s fool enough to let Luci near her again, Evi will figure out that we haven’t given up on her.
She’s a smart girl. Naive at times, but smart.
The moment she sees his hand, she’ll know who took his fingers.
She’ll know we’ve discovered his betrayal.
And that I’m coming for her.
Now, all I have to do is wait.
I scoff at this as I push myself back up onto my feet, shaking my head at the thought.
I’ve never been one for waiting.
Dante should know better by now.
8
Evelyn
Iglare up at Luci as he rinses my hair off in the sink, not that he seems to notice or care.
What could possibly make him choose to work with Valentine?