Page 95 of The Dead Don’t Scream
“Hello, pretty prey.”
Her eyes darken.
“You talk more now.”
“You taught me.”
“Was that a mistake?”
“Yes.”
I approach. Sloane backs into the locked gate. Moonlight spills across the headstones behind her. Fog winds through the iron bars and around her legs.
“You knew I would come here.”
“Yes.”
“You knew I would leave you for last.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
She smiles.
“Because you hate it.”
I place both hands against the gate, trapping her between my arms.
“You let Rhys touch you.”
“He made me beg.”
“You let Dante use his mouth.”
“He made me scream.”
I bend until the stitched mouth of my mask touches her ear.
“What do you expect from me?”
Sloane lifts her wrist.
The gold ribbon glows beneath the harvest moon.
“Everything.”
My hand closes around her throat.
“Color?”
“Green.”
“Safe word?”
“Graveyard.”
“Where are we?”
