my head to the side desperately just as he steps from the shadows, like some sort of dark, dangerous god. He holds the voodoo doll I created of myself in his hands.
“Emmett?” I whisper as he moves to stand to the right of the altar, running the backs of his fingers across my cheek and then my neck.
“The one and only.” His lips quirk in the beginnings of a smile as he drops the illusion he must’ve been holding this entire time.
Red eyes, the darkest, bloodiest red eyes I’ve ever seen in my life, peer back at me.
“You’re a…”
“A Blood, yes,” he croons as he runs his hand over the top of my sweaty hair. “And you, my dear friend, are a little witch.” He leans forward until his peppermint breath wafts across my cheek. Why does his breath have to smell so fucking good? Shouldn’t villains have a distinct, rancid smell to them?
His next words send a cold chill racing down my spine.
“And I’m going to drink your blood. After, of course, I have my fun with you.”
Chapter 52
“Emmett, you don’t want to do this,” I beg as he straightens his spine, moving away from the stone altar towards a small table. I see a collection of wicked looking knives, a few syringes, and even a saw or two. He picks up each blade individually, holding them up to the flickering hanging bulb overhead, before setting them back on the table, clicking his tongue.
“I’m afraid I do, pretty girl,” he says casually as he grabs another sharp blade. This one is decorated with runes and gemstones—it must be the one they use for the sacrifice.
And unlike the triplets, he’s not simply going to drink my blood. He’s going to kill me.
As he continues to peruse the weapons before him, I allow my eyes to travel around the room. When I escape this table—and there’s no doubt in my mind that I will—I need a way to get out.
It appears to be a warehouse of some sort. At least, I’m assuming it is. There are distinct, corrugated iron walls on all four sides of me. The ground is mostly hard-packed dirt; it appears as if the floor has rotted away. Graffiti adorns every empty space available.
Aside from the altar and table, the room is barren. There’s not another soul in sight.
If my calculations are correct, we were in the car for about a half hour. So that means that this warehouse isn’t too far from town.
And it also means that Nana can track me.
I hold on to that hope, even as the image of a bloodied Lucas lying sprawled across the ground plays on repeat in my mind. A lump forms in my throat, one that I quickly swallow down. He’s going to be okay. We all will.
“I didn’t know you were a witch at first,” Emmett drawls casually as he saunters back to me. A curved blade rests snugly in his hand as he pulls up a stool. “I was such a fucking idiot. How could I not sense all of this power wafting off of you?” He inhales deeply, his tongue snaking out to lick his lips. “It’s divine.”
Mustering all of my courage, I spit directly in his face. I have the pleasure of seeing shock splay itself across his features before he backhands me. My head whips to the side as blood forms in my mouth, but still, I maintain my smile.
“You crazy fucking bastard. Do you really think you’ll get out of this alive?”
“You’re talking about your grandmother, correct?” Emmett offers me a boy-next-door type of smile, one that displays his dimples, but instead of the lust I once felt, it makes me sick to the stomach.
His words finally register with me, and I snap my eyes open in horror. “If you hurt her—”
“Don’t worry.” He waves a hand dismissively. “Grandma is alive and well. I can’t say the same about you, however.”
“She’ll come for me,” I reply, feeling the truth of it down to my very bones. “They all will.”
“Maybe.” He shrugs his shoulders. “But that’s assuming Lucas wakes up in time to warn her. That’s assuming that she has all of the ingredients for the tracking spell on hand. That’s assuming that you’re not already dead yet.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
“I wish,” he whispers wistfully, running the serrated edge of his blade down my cheek. Only my eyes move to follow it as he rests it on the hollow of my throat. He doesn’t apply