Is she crazy? Why the hell would she like the bastard’s violence?
Oh, wait.
Aren’t there people who get off on it? Like Killian, for instance.
I lift my head to watch them openly, not bothering to hide the fact.
“What are you doing here, Cherry?”
Of course her name is Cherry. She looks like a Cherry.
A seductive grin curves her lips. “I always wondered about your secret club, so I thought I should join. Look. I won.”
My heart sinks at the reminder that I didn’t win, and the bastard eliminated me at the last second. This Cherry, however, is already a member.
Killian’s expression remains blank, so she steps toward him, swaying her hips and biting the corner of her lower lip. “How about a celebratory fuck to welcome me to the Heathens? You can choke me.”
I step backward as if I’ve been slapped. I can’t stay here anymore. My chest aches at the thought that he’s done the things he did to me to someone else.
He choked them, too.
He probably ambushed them and made them feel alive just to drop them when he got bored.
I know all of that, I do, so why the hell do I feel like crying?
One thing’s for certain, I definitely won’t stay to watch them hook up.
“I’m…going to go.” My whisper is barely audible.
Refusing to lower my head, I turn around and start to walk from where I came.
Though maybe I can go into the house and see if there’s a way out—
A strong hand wraps around my elbow, jerking me to a halt. I stare up at Killian who all but fuses me to his side.
“I have someone else for a celebratory fuck. Better luck next time, Cherry.”
I want to say no, there’ll be no fucking and absolutely nothing to celebrate, but for some reason, I remain silent.
It’s due to the change in Cherry’s face from proper flirtatious to frightening calculation. “And who is this lost lamb?”
“More like a little rabbit. She runs fast.” Instead of mockery, there’s a hint of…pride in his tone. But before I can comment on that, he slides his palm from my elbow so he can wrap it around my waist. Possessively. “The door is to your left, and so are the dicks you can suck.”
“You’re still mad about that? We weren’t exclusive, Killer.”
“I’d have to care to be mad.”
Cherry waltzes in our direction until she’s glued to Killian’s other side. “Do you honestly think you’ll be able to replace me with this…boring lamb? She’s looks as ordinary as a grandma from fairy tales and doesn’t have what it takes to keep your mind and body stimulated. She’ll never understand you like I do, give you the thrill that I do. So don’t waste your precious time on some neurotypical human who’s not worthy of your attention. And you”—she directs her malicious glare at me—“stop running after him. You’re not on his level.”
“Who told you I’m the one running after him?” I’m surprised my voice remains calm. “In fact, he’s the one bugging me, even though I’ve told him countless times to leave me alone.” I dig my elbow into his side and try to pull away from him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, this neurotypical human is leaving.”
Hot breaths tickle my ear and send shivers through my body. I stiffen as Killian whispers, “If you leave, I’ll fuck her.”
“I don’t care! You can go to hell and it would mean shit to me,” I all but yell, then with superhuman strength—that’s probably a result of the adrenaline—I push him away and storm in the direction of the house.
My fingers twitch and I rub my hand against my shorts as I barge into the hall.
I pause when I find two of the neon purge masks inside.