Kitty's House of Horrors (Kitty Norville 7) - Page 80

I didn’t want that to have anything to do with me, but I went over to where the hunter lay. We had words to exchange, him and me.

Provost was rubbing his face, trying to sit up, and falling back, weakened. He groaned and seemed uncertain, looking around in confusion. When he saw me, he let out a scream and tried to scramble away. A chair and his own weakness stopped him.

“Hi there,” I said, frowning.

His face showed blank terror. He knew what was happening to him. He groaned, and his words came out slurred. “Why—why did you do this to me?”

“Not my fault. You were supposed to die.”

His wounds were looking better, the scabs more established, ringed with healing pink flesh. Even the silver-tainted one looked better.

It had stopped oozing. It would heal, but it might leave a scar. Moaning in denial, Provost writhed, like he could burrow through the floor to get away from me. “Damn you, damn you, damn you…”

“Now let me ask you a question,” I said. “Why did you think you could get away with this?”

“Fuck you,” he said.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet? The thing is, Joey, you’re one of us now. You’re one of me. A bloodthirsty monster. And that wasn’t part of the plan at all, was it? Did you really think you were going to get out of this in one piece?” I was feeling vicious. All of my sympathy was for myself, having to deal with this guy.

Provost shook his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, like he could block out the world. “You were a bunch of dumb celebrities. Suckered in. It’d be like fish in a barrel.”

“Well,” I said flatly. “That’s nice.”

“Monsters like you—you’re not that tough. We’ll get you in the end.”

Us and them. It always came down to us and them. But it wasn’t so black and white. Us and them broke down into interlacing Venn diagrams; sometimes someone in an “us” column became “them,” depending on how you changed the categories and definitions. You could always find something in common. Provost regarded me with so much hate and contempt, I couldn’t fathom it. Nonetheless, I was probably turning at least that much hate and contempt back on him. I liked to think there was a difference between us: he’d earned my contempt through his actions. He’d killed my friends.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I said. “You’re going to be sick for a few more days, but your wounds will heal, and you’ll come out of this good as new. Better than new. The next full moon, you’ll Change. And I’ll tell you right now, it’s fucking hell. You’ll either learn to live with it, or you won’t. Either way, you’re going to learn to live with it or not in a silver-lined prison cell. Got it?”

“Cabe’s still out there. He’ll finish you. He’ll still finish you!”

“Then he’ll finish you,” I said. “Because like I said, you’re one of us now.”

I walked away, and he threw curses at my back, eventually breaking down into sobs, and the sobs faded into a hysterical prayer, “Kill me, please God, kill me, kill me…”

Arms crossed, shoulders hunched, I paced along the wall like a caged animal. Part of me was all ready to oblige him. Bullet in his head, my hands around his throat, that’d be the end of it. Shouldn’t be too hard—I was a monster, after all.

After his frenzied outburst, he passed out in short order.

We had to get out of here. I could do it, I could run—with only one of them out there now, it should be easier. Cabe couldn’t watch both doors. I’d go, I’d get help. All Cabe had to do was burn the house down and he’d win. Couldn’t let that happen. Had to run, soon—

“Kitty.”

I stopped and looked, startled, wanting to growl at the interruption.

His face a mask, Grant regarded me. He and Tina had moved to the living room to watch my exchange with Provost. She sat on the sofa next to Conrad, head bowed, hands over her ears, like she was trying to shut out the world. Conrad switched between staring at Provost, Grant, and me. Like he didn’t know whom to be more frightened of.

“Kitty,” Grant said. “We need you to stay human. Please.”

I couldn’t guess what the others saw in me. A monster, probably, just like Provost saw in me. They were all human. Us and them.

Hands over my face, I slumped against the wall and slid to the floor. Keep it together. Just a little while longer, keep it together. We’d get out of this. We could use Provost to get out of this. We could stop Cabe. We were almost there.

I scrubbed my face, which was wet. The tears just started, quietly leaking. I tried to smile. Tried to make it an apology. But Provost’s smell, the evidence of what I’d done, filled the room, oppressive.

“I always said I’d never do this. I’d never infect someone else with this. I never wanted to be responsible for someone like that.” I wiped my nose on my sleeve, turned away.

Grant said, “It’ll be dark soon. We’ll wait for Anastasia.”

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