Devil May Lie (The Devils of Vitality)

by Chani Lynn Feener

“The Butcher never cleans up after himself,” Madden stated plainly. Berga propped himself against the edge of the table, a glass of water in his left hand, a small vial of pills in the other, and shrugged at them. “I’m squeamish.”

“Dislocate my left shoulder,” Madden stopped and ordered before he could think better of it. Kelevra quirked a dark brow. “Excuse me?” “Do it.” It was crazy and extra as hell, but… “He’ll be able to tell if I go in with a fake injury.”

For a military academy, there were sure a lot of whiny bitches.

“Madden.” The man was absolutely infuriating. “You do realize I could melt your insides, right? You wouldn’t even know it was happening until it was too late.” “Yeah,” he grinned, “that’s kind of hot.” “What is wrong with you?” “Cute, coming from the guy who just threatened to turn me to goo.” So they were both fucked up. Shocker.

“Tell me I’ve never looked hotter,” Berga ordered, and as the only other person still with him, it was obvious he was talking to Madden. “You’re legitimately the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I know you don’t like it on you, but red really is your color, baby,” he said, watching closely as the Butcher’s shoulders started to quake.