Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
My skin crawled as they wiped disinfectant on my inner elbow, tapping my arm to bring veins to the surface. “You’re Lydia Swift’s father.”
“What?” Roy froze, his hand going tight around the e-tablet he’d just collected from the side table. “How the hell would you know that?”
I laughed again, recalling how his daughter admitted she was there to breed me. How she’d admitted if she could have my heir, she’d be worshipped by her family. My hands fisted in rage but then...I smiled, recalling the sounds she’d made as she choked on her own blood and died by my feet.
“You were a greedy fool for sending your daughter into my cage, you know.” I ran my tongue over my bottom lip. “You knew the statistics of what happened to the women they gave me. Either you didn’t love her or your plan backfired...badly.”
“Wait.” He stalked toward me, his eyes blazing. “What did you say?” True panic lit up his face. “That’s impossible. There’s no way Lydia was in Cinderkeep. She’s still on a six-month girl trip around Europe. She told me she was going to Greece.” Anger replaced his panic as he pointed a slightly shaking finger in my face. “You’re lying. You’re deliberately trying to get a rise out of me. I saw the plane ticket myself. I would never send Lydia to you. Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“I think she overheard you discussing all the other women about to enter Cinderkeep, and decided she could make you proud by fucking me.”
“Quiet,” he snapped, his finger flying over the e-tablet as if searching for confirmation she was in Greece like she’d said. “She would never. She wouldn’t.”
“I killed her.” My voice dropped like grenades between us. “That’s how I recognise you. Not from the past but because she looked so much like you.”
Rook tensed, the leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists creaking. Lucien...
I ignored her inner voice.
“I don’t fucking believe you.” Tossing the e-tablet onto the closest sideboard, Roy ripped out his phone. Hitting a single button—hinting he had his beloved daughter on speed-dial—he held the phone to his ear. “Just because I haven’t heard from her in a while doesn’t mean...it doesn’t mean...”
The faint thrum of the call trying to connect echoed as pure hatred filled me.
I knew I should hold my tongue. Making him lose control would only end badly for us, but...I couldn’t fucking stop myself. “Your daughter came to me like a broodmare. She begged to spread her legs for me. Pleaded me to impregnate her, all so she’d never have to work again.” I laughed, low and ugly. “That alone earned her a death sentence, but how was I supposed to kill her quickly when she had the audacity to tell me she was better than the girl I’d fallen for?”
I glanced at Rook as the violence from that night returned. Whisper had been my accomplice—he’d had my back, just like always. “She believed I would choose her over Rook. She was a goddamn idiot, and it gave me the greatest fucking pleasure to prove her wrong.”
Roy choked on a swallow. “Y-You’re lying.”
The call connected to Lydia’s voicemail, the tinny echo of a chirpy girl telling the caller to leave a message.
His knuckles turned white around his phone.
And for the first time since waking up, I heard a heartbeat.
Just his.
The single, violent flurry.
It fed me just enough strength to shove away a little of the nausea. The faintest hum of the hearts belonging to the other men filled my ears. They stood silently watching by the wall. The last of the board members. The ones I still needed to exterminate. My anger grew and I tried to feed off them as well. To focus on lifeforces and heartbeats...stealing their energy for my own.
Rook figured out what I was doing.
Her heart reached for mine. Take from me. Do whatever you need.
No way.
Never again would I hurt her like that.
Shoving her out of my head, I focused on the men instead. Men who deserved to die. Men who would die. I would devour each and every bastard who thought they had the right to manufacture, harvest, and torture others just because they could.
Roy staggered a little as if he felt me tugging on his nasty existence.
I stole a little but not enough. It seemed the angrier he got, the easier it was to absorb the energy he flung my way so...I leaned forward until the straps cut into my wrists and the scientist beside me cringed away.
“She didn’t just die, Roy. She begged. She got down on her knees and offered herself up like a whore. She told me her dear ol’ daddy promised her the world if she could get knocked up with an Ashfall. She would’ve done anything I asked. Let me do whatever I wanted. But she hurt the only woman I’ve ever loved, so I ripped her throat out with my bare hands and watched her bleed out all over the floor.”