Lenox pov Shit. Fuck. Chickenshit fucksticks! How in the hell did we get here? Like seriously, I’m missing my daily tea party with the fucking devil because of this bullshit. I pinch the bridge of my nose and groan, just like Laz would in moments of great stress. Honestly, no idea why he does this because shit isn’t helping the rising frustration to fade. Someone’s about to die, and I don’t care who’s the damn victim for as long as I get to taste the blood and enjoy it dripping down my fingers. Speaking of which, I think I have an idea. “Well, asshole, you better get yourself together because we have places to be, chainsaws to play with, and bitches to kill. I’m a Barbie girl in a Barbie world and all that bullshit; I’m sure you’re catching my vibe.” I poke the guy in the gut and wink at him. One thing I love about criminals is how clueless and stupid they get once they swim deeper into my imaginary ocean and meet a fish much bigger and way more dangerous than themselves.
Sarah pov I know I was too harsh with Lazarus, but sometimes, that’s exactly how I must be to get my point across with the triplets. I never intended to make him feel like there’s no trust in our relationship, yet if that’s how I came across when I spoke my mind, I will deal with the consequences. I just wish they would understand why I’m so adamant to keep open communication with them. Right now, all I want is to stay close to my little miracle and see all of her dads next to us. We’re a family, so we should act like one. I wonder how Seth would feel about the mess if she were to find out about how secretive her sons are. Of course, they do this only behind her back to ensure their mother won’t intervene. As a heavy sigh leaves me, someone knocks on the door and doesn’t wait for me to invite them in to open it. Speak of the devil; it’s the one and only, Seth. My eyes follow her as she slides inside the room, hiding something behind her back. “Hey, what are you hiding?” I get st
Sarah pov “What kind of issues?” I raise an eyebrow at Seth as she awkwardly glances at Than. This can’t be good. Seth is a woman of grace and power, and I don’t know anyone who’s more confident in themselves than she is. The only thing Than does is clear his throat and shrug his shoulders while Seth still seeks some support from the demon. Yeah, if they thought I wasn’t suspicious of their behaviour earlier, I definitely am now. I mean, how do they expect me to react if both are acting so strange? Besides, whenever she describes her son’s doings as ‘dealing with some issues, the whole thing is bound to end up in disaster. I roll my eyes at the adults that clearly act like toddlers and clear my throat to catch their attention. “I am not leaving unless I get details. Chop, chop, spit them out.” Although my voice is stern, I feel like I might burst out in laughter any second now. The looks on their faces are priceless, and if I had a camera, I would make sure to keep this moment
Than pov Oh no, the woman is looking at me. No, to describe the feeling more precisely, I need to find other words. If I had a soul, she would be staring right at it, tearing it apart and squeezing out any juices she could get out of it. That’s exactly how Sarah’s gaze looks. And that wicked smirk? Shit, it reminds me of all the things I feared about her. Sure, I’m bigger and stronger, but, fuck me, some women can inflict so much more damage than a man ever could. And so it happens that my lovely Goddess has a few things in common with her daughter-in-law. The stare would be one. The ability to burn the world to ashes just because they were bored would be another. The need to castrate a man because he refuses to give out a piece of information is another talent both of them surely have. I glance at Seth, seeking the much-needed support, but she’s looking away. Wasn’t she the one who pulled me into this mess? Why must I be the one who deals with the aftermath? I clear my th
Luka pov I follow Fenton’s steps, but I can’t stop his words from echoing in my mind. I know he’s talking about something, possibly explaining important details, but I can’t force myself to pay attention. Than claimed God is dead, and here is this man claiming God is lost. Not only that, apparently, God is a she. If I thought our life was messed up earlier, now, it seems like an entire rollercoaster ride. A wild one with loops and surprises no one could predict. I want to figure out why all of this is happening. It can’t be that some trees suddenly grew out of nowhere and decided that my brother or his child could be the only key to close that gate of evil. No, there has to be more. There has to be someone who stands behind creating this mess and watches us try to solve the mystery. “Fenton?” I call his name, stopping his rant mid-sentence. “Hmm?” He hums, still heading forward. I assumed he might stop and give me a moment to ask the question, but I suppose criminal minds t
Lazarus pov I don’t know where to look, what to do, or think anymore. There are so many issues surfacing around us that one person can't possibly deal with all that alone. Not only both of those morons are still God knows where, and one of them left their blood behind, but also there’s the issue with Sarah. Oh, did I forget to mention that my mother arrived, and her puppy of a demon followed hot on her heels? I already dismissed my men, and now, I’m enjoying the well-deserved moment of silence and privacy. The thing is that I know, for a fact, the blood the trackers found is there for a reason. My brothers might be injured, but both are too smart to leave any trail after they left the place. My guess is that Luka left it there for Lenox to find him. Or I would hope so. If Lenox was the one who did it – well, shit. One detail about my youngest brother is that he refuses to do blood tests when doctors demand those. While Luka and I agree to yearly tests, just to ensure we’r
Lenox pov Okay, so I didn’t get to see chihuahua faes attack the moron, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find some other way to have some fun around this guy. So far, the best I could think of is telling scary stories, and what’s even better is that this dude inhales each word like it’s true. “No! You can’t be serious!” He gasps, adding a step to his stride to keep up with me. I chuckle at his enthusiasm and turn to wink at him, “I’m serious, buddy. That’s how it is. If you don’t believe me, you can ask others, and they will stand by my words.” I place a hand over my heart as if I’m swearing to someone’s grave. I could. To Sarah’s father’s grave, but I have no idea where he’s buried, so that might be a waste of time and words. “But why didn't they find the killer yet? Do you think he’s still out there? What if we run into him?” The dimwit next to me looks around frantically. I can’t. He’s looking if there aren’t any serial killers. Shrugging my shoulders, I stare ahead and
Felix povThis guy is mental. And I wish I could say he’s just slightly crazy; no, he’s not even close to anything I could call slightly. As we walk deeper into the woods, he starts talking about some personal shit. First, he decides to share information about his hobbies and favourite colour, and now, for the last five minutes, he talks about his plans. Honestly, if I didn’t already know he’s mental, by now, I’d know there’s something seriously wrong with him. Instead of listening to his annoying voice, I keep a low profile and follow hot in his heels. He didn’t say anything about his ideas or the place we’re supposedly looking for, so all I can do is comply. That is if I want to survive. It’s clear that my life is in danger. Anyone’s life would be next to a train wreck like Lenox Vincent. No, sorry, he calls himself a beautiful mess. An unexpected chuckle leaves my lips, and a wave of panic instantly surges through me. This little slip-up might cost me my life. I lift my gaze