Devourer of Men (Devourer, #1)

by Nikki St. Crowe

When he comes, I will put a fucking bullet right between his eyes.

I take in a breath and come away with the scent of pirate. Rum and spice and old cigars.

Perhaps he’s trying to hide from me, as if a beast like myself wouldn’t know him in the dark.

As I sailed here, I plotted all of the ways I’d make Captain Hook scream. But now that I’m standing in front of him, a scream doesn’t seem quite as satisfying as a moan. Perhaps I’ll toy with him first. Perhaps I will enjoy it.

“You missed me, Captain,” I say and toss a peanut shell. “I missed you too.”

Death might be the sister of adventure. The heart surely thumps the same.

“I said your pride was getting in the way. You can be prideful and not trip over it.” “Get to the point, beast.”