Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
A stupid grin stretches across my face, and I let out a sigh as though Reaper’s very presence in this butcher’s shop means absolutely nothing. “I’m here to win War Games and get back to my normal life,” I add, knowing damn well it’s a lie because I have no intention of harming Shadow.
Eagle scoffs, gaping at me as though I’ve lost my mind. “Hell, if you’re not going to suck this man’s cock, at least give me a crack at it.”
I roll my eyes, unsure why I suddenly feel so possessive of this terrifying man across the room. “Oh please,” I say to Eagle. “With those broken ribs, you’d be lucky to even get on your knees and open your mouth, let alone come close to satisfying him.”
Reaper lets out a sigh, and it’s clear by his tone that he’s had enough. “Come on, Siren. I have better things to do with my night. Make your kill so we can leave.”
“Shit.”
My gaze slowly turns back to Eagle and a wave of guilt washes over me as she meets my stare. We really could have been good friends outside of this world. “Make it quick,” she whimpers as a single tear rolls down her cheek.
I nod. And with that, the blade in my hand flies through the air in the blink of an eye and sinks deep into her throat, severing her spine and instantly taking Eagle out of the game.
12
SIREN
Sitting across from Reaper in a hotel restaurant, I can’t help but feel as though this is some fucked-up version of a date. I don’t even know how we got here. After I ended Eagle’s life and took her ID to add to my collection, the heaviness was weighing on me, and before I knew it, Reaper’s hand was at the small of my back, leading me out of the massive refrigerator and into the cool night.
I was set to start the long, lonely walk back to my car, but Reaper stayed right at my side, and as we strolled past the luxury tourist hotel, he steered me through the door in silence. One second I was questioning what the fuck he was doing, and then next, I was sitting opposite him in a small, intimate booth.
Is this a date? I hope like fuck it’s not because I make a point not to date. In fact, apart from Jeremy Musgrove in eighth grade, I’ve never been on an actual date. I make a point not to allow myself to get too close to men. Sure, I more than use them to satisfy my needs, but I don’t exactly have a career that allows me to have a life. I have Mila, and that’s all I’ll ever need.
“Why’d you show her so much compassion?” Reaper asks me, sitting back in the booth, his big knees invading my personal space beneath the table. “You could have spared yourself all the guilt and put a bullet between her eyes without getting to know her first. You dragged it out.”
“Are you asking a genuine question or trying to reprimand me?” I ask, my brow arching. I’m not exactly fond of how everything went down with Eagle, but if I had the chance to go back, I don’t believe I’d change a thing.
“Both,” Reaper admits. “I’m struggling to understand you, and I don’t approve of putting yourself at risk. At any moment, that woman could have taken your life. She’s a trained assassin, and while she wasn’t as good as you, that doesn’t mean she couldn’t have taken your life. You allowed her too many opportunities to end you.”
I shake my head. “I am aware of what I did, but we had an understanding. We fought fair without any weapons, and I won. It was understood that I was going to kill her, and she accepted that, whether it was going to take one second or all night. And as for having compassion, is that a bad thing? It makes me human.”
“We can’t afford to think like humans in this line of work, not if you want to survive.”
“I’ll be fine. Thanks for the advice, but there’s no need to worry about me.”
Reaper just stares at me as though I’m a misbehaved child, and the longer he does, the harder it becomes to ignore, and then just as he knew I would, I break. “Okay, fine. There was something about her. I could see myself in her, and if we had met under any other circumstances, Eagle and I, I think we could have really hit it off. I don’t allow people into my life. I have one friend and that’s it, but Eagle . . . I feel like we could have had a really amazing friendship. Plus, I wasn’t just going to put a bullet between her eyes when I needed information out of her.”