I’m only allowed to bleed for him. The ruler of this town. Not the mayor. Not the chief of police. Not the rich old men who live up on Wysteria Avenue. The man who runs this city from the shadows. Everyone knows it, but no one’s brave enough to say it out loud. He lifts my wrist and licks slowly up my forearm, looking me dead in the eye. Blood collects on his tongue and he sweeps it across his teeth. He smiles at me. A red, infernal smile. Tyrant Mercer.
