A Brush With The Devil - Page 22

When her laughter echoes down toward me again, I roll my eyes and decide it’s best to catch up to them. If Trixie loses her grip on reality, he’s gonna need all the help he can get, and I personally don’t ever pass up a chance to put that little shit in her place.

“Is there an elevator in this place?” I call up when I reach the bottom of the stairs. The only answer is the sound of Trixie’s laughter and Gray’s angry footsteps as he races to catch up to her. I close my eyes for a moment, take a deep breath, and tell myself that the danger is over. He’s outnumbered now whether he realizes it or not.

I wait for a few more seconds.

The moment I hear the echo of a door slamming and Gray’s angry swearing, I begin my ascent. She’s gonna have fun with the meat puzzle, but this is really his fault. Had he let us out when she asked him too, he wouldn’t have to worry about what she’s going to do. Not that I know what she has up her sleeve obviously, but I have no doubt it’ll be something fun.

He sounds angrier the closer I get and I’m wondering if maybe I should just wait and see what she’s up to before I try to break it up.

Thump! Thump!

I chuckle and shake my head at the sound of his body crashing into the door again. Beatrix obviously has barricaded herself in with his precious little toy and that man is going to wear himself out trying to get to her.

He’ll fall right into her hands and I’ll get off watching whatever little trick she has up her sleeve.

“Hey, Gray?” I call up from the second floor landing. “It would be best if you don’t piss her off! I speak from personal experience,” I finish quietly to myself.

I jump when I hear a new sound. He’s slamming the bat furiously into the door trying to get it to give way and the response he gets? Trixie’s laughter coming from the other side.

“You’re going to give yourself a stroke if you don’t calm down!” I shout as I start climbing the third and final set of stairs.

A stroke.

I laugh at my choice of words. It’d be nice if he calmed down and gave me a stroke, but I’m pretty sure we’re past that now. It’s kind of a shame really, though I should be used to it by now.

The only person I haven’t worn out my welcome yet, is the little goat-god worshipper, and there are even some days where I feel like she’s planning on getting rid of me somehow. Of course, I don’t think she’d have the balls to explain that to Ichabod, so she’s stuck with me, like I am with her.

I finally reach the top floor in time to see Gray shatter the baseball bat against the door, then rest his head against it, a sob escaping his throat.

“I told you to let me go,” I chide him as I walk over to where he’s standing. I do take care to stay just out of his reach since I know he’s been jonesing to snap me in half for the past couple of hours. “Listen, if you get the hell out of the way, I can go in first and see what she’s doing. And I really think you should take me up on this because if she goes loopy on us, there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to get her head back out of the clouds until she feels like coming down.”

Gray looks at me with desperation and heartbreak in his eyes and for about 0.2 seconds, I feel for the kid.

There are a few factors as to why it doesn’t last long.

The first being that I gave him an honest to goodness chance of getting rid of me, but his macho bravado took over and he decided to play the part of the Dutiful Hero of Meat Puzzles.

The second reason is because, well, he could have just let me play with his goddamn fuck toys like I asked him to and then I would have been out of his hair right after.

And the third?

The fact that he’s lunged at me and has his arm wrapped around my neck. Can’t really feel bad for someone that’s trying to choke the life out of me, and just as I’m about to pass out, the door to the room opens slowly.

It’s the last thing I remember before the world goes black.

Fifteen

The Thing About Trust

Gray

I let go of Lakyn once he’s unconscious. I should have just finished the fucking job and killed him, but the door opening suddenly is more important to me.

This Beatrix chick is crazier than her handsome counterpart and she’ll do harm to Penn and Aiden without thinking twice about it.

I get to my feet and wipe the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, as I take a tedious step into the room.

She’s standing with her back to me, flashing Penn over and over, giggling like a little schoolgirl while Aiden grunts and rolls her eyes.

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