She didn’t answer, knowing he could see her trembling and hating herself for letting him see. But she’d only seen pure evil like this one time before, and things hadn’t ended well. She’d lost her whole family in a single hour.
He bent over her, his long tongue snaking out, and she turned her face to the side, grimacing as he licked the side of her face. Her gaze locked with Billy’s who couldn’t maintain his stoic mask. Pure, raging fury reddened his face. Then his gaze rose, his eyes closed.
Means’s tongue plunged into her ear, before sliding back into his mouth. His head tilted toward Billy. “Ahhhh….”
His wicked, leering smile broadened, and Gillian shivered beneath him.
“Doesn’t like that, does he? What will he think when I take you, here on the floor? Will he watch? Will he get hard when I fuck you?”
“Means!”
The voice was one she recognized. From her dreams. Vlahos stomped toward them, his hands curling at his sides. “She’s mine.”
“Yours? Only if I say so. But you have proven useful. Tell me, incubus, can you fuck her with your mind right here? Might prove entertaining for the others to watch. She’ll writhe on the floor like a snake, getting her pretty crotch all wet, and everyone will know the moment she comes because she won’t be able to withhold a scream.”
Gillian’s stomach lurched, and she thought she might throw up.
“Don’t you have something more important you should be doing?” Vlahos said, sounding only mildly annoyed.
The Wizard’s smile disappeared, stretching thin over his teeth as he snarled. “I do.” His glance went to the man who’d slumped beside the bucket, which was held by another prisoner to keep it from spilling. “But be my guest. Feed.”
Means nuzzled her neck, and then stood, stalking away as Vlahos reached down and grabbed her arm. “Sorry about this,” he said softly. Then his eyes narrowed on hers and a curtain of black fell over them. She opened her mouth to scream, but suddenly, she wasn’t in the center of the barracks any longer.
She was back at the lake, standing on the shore this time. Vlahos’s arms surrounded her, and she began to squirm against him, lifting her bare feet to stomp on his.
He pulled her closer, so tightly she couldn’t breathe. “Stop. Stop now. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“And I don’t have time to fill you in on everything. Billy,” he said, tossing the name over his shoulder.
Billy walked up to her side, his expression starkly haunted. “Do as he asks, Gillian. Stop fighting.”
“I don’t understand. Did I pass out?”
“You’re awake and still in the barracks, but I brought you here to talk,” Gabriel said. “Means expects me to feed and expects to see a show. He wants you humiliated to prove his power over the other guards to his helpers.”
“And are you one of them?”
“He’s here to help us,” Billy said, glaring at Vlahos. “But he’s also the one who flipped Ames. Gabriel wanted you out of the cellblock before any of this went down.”
“You knew I was going to be attacked?”
“It was for the best.”
She shook her head and shook off Vlahos’s hands to confront them both. “What McPhee said, about their being demons inside the men, he meant it literally?”
“Yeah,” Billy said.
Her gaze clung to his. “Are you one of them?”
“No. Strictly human.”
“But you’re in my dream, too.”
“Because Gabriel brought me to talk to you. We don’t have much time.”
Gabriel lifted his hands and stripped away her clothes with a wave.