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Jack is the type of man I could dominate in bed. Control. Milk his cock for all it’s worth— What the fuck, Vi? I scold myself. How did you go from thinking about his shy, sweet demeanor to imagining dominating him in the bedroom?
Lab seems too tame a term for the room I’m in. It’s glorious. If I was into science—and knew more than just “inertia is a property of matter”—I would orgasm everywhere. Make the white tiled floors a slip-and-slide.
“After I question them,” I say, my eyes fixed on the one familiar name written in elegant scrawl. “Then, we can tag-team murder them, okay? Talk about a bonding exercise.” But first, I need answers.
“Thank you for being my friend.” “Thank you for not killing me and making me choke on your cock,” I deadpan. The expression on his face? Priceless.
“Tell them they’re hags.” “Yeah, I’m not telling them that,” I reply back, hurrying away from the moaning women. “Tell them they're nothing compared to my Violet, and they should just kill themselves now to save me the trouble of doing it later,” Hux continues. See? Psychopath? I push up my glasses, annoyed. “We’re not murdering anyone.”
“He’s speaking nonsense. I fear he has no more use for my precious treasure,” Hux exclaims in my head. “Should I kill him?” For frick’s sake… “He’s broken,” Hux continues adamantly. Meanwhile, as if to prove my darker half’s point, Mason gets on his knees to serenade Violet who isn’t even present. I’m pretty sure he compares her butt to the “fleshiest moon that ever had babies.” His words, not mine. “I kill,” Hux declares resolutely.
Until I remember that the god-blessed rope hinders my powers. Huh. So the mouse didn’t die because of an onslaught of power assaulting his tiny brain. He died because of my singing. Overdramatic bitch.
He slinks forward, a stealth to his gait I couldn’t even begin to replicate without tripping and dying. The next moment, he has Headmaster on his feet and a knife to his throat.
“Violet,” she says in a calm, placating tone. “Don’t be difficult.” Don’t be difficult, she says. I’m going to murder you painfully, she says. Fuck her. When it becomes apparent I’m not going to comply and hand myself over for slaughter, her face contorts hideously. Her lips pull over her teeth, and her fangs descend. “You’re being a bitch, Violet,” she hisses.
“She’s fine.” Dimitri waves a hand dismissively. Condescending asshole. He ignores the daggers I hurl his way with my eyes, choosing instead to kneel beside Diedre. “Impressive kill. Straight in the heart.” I release a half-hysterical sob. “Oh yeah. I’m just a regular, old assassin.”
