Andi King didn't know how to play nice, because quite frankly, she didn't like people. She was a loner and that was how she liked it. Especially with a sadistic demon dead set on destroying her and anyone she got close to.
But that all changes when...
"Do you wanna put up a fight? Or do you wanna get out alive?"
Play Dirty by Kevin McAllister
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It felt like we stood there staring at each other forever. Neither of us spoke, and I wasn't sure I could if I wanted to. Seeing Dean standing there with a bloody mop and bagged-up body at his feet was the last thing I had expected to encounter tonight, but what was another surprise.
"Do you think you can put the gun away?"
My eyes fluttered, and my hands dropped to my sides. I hadn't even realized I was still aiming at his heart and quickly slid the safety on and tucked it into the back of my pants. "So you found me?"
"Well, I wouldn't have had to if you wouldn't have run off again."
Run off. He made it sound like I ran away in the middle of the night. It might have been on brand, but that night in Chicago, I didn't run. I walked. Slowly, limping and bleeding from the bullet hole he put in my shoulder. And he let me.
Not that I blamed him. Hell, I couldn't even if I wanted to. If I had been in his position, they wouldn't have made it out of the warehouse alive, let alone walking. I spent days trying to forget the look on his face as I fell. It still haunted me. Even now, with his olive eyes pinning me in place by the door.
Tortured. Stuck somewhere between desperation, disgust, hatred, and relief.
I hated it then, and I hated it now.
"What are you doing here?" I finally asked him.
His eyes slid past my shoulder, to the limp legs visible through the doorway. "I can ask you the same thing?" I followed his gaze and watched the leather boots twitch against the old wooden boards. "Is that one of them?"
I cocked a brow. How much did he know about what I've been doing? "One of what?"
"The kids you've been putting bullets in," he said accusingly. "You know, the ones like Sammy."
My gaze snapped to his. "Trust me," I muttered. "They were nothing like your brother."
"Is that right?" He didn't believe me.
I sighed and glanced over my shoulder, I was too tired to lie, but I wasn't sure which truth he'd prefer to hear. That it was a vampire I was about to interrogate to find a gun only John and I know exists, or that he was the vampire I would then torture until they gave up the location of the monster responsible for Jonah's death.
Neither was ideal, and neither would get him out of there, so I settled with basic facts. "It's a vampire." Dean's eyes widened and I was quickly reminded that up until a few months ago he believed them to be extinct. "His nest killed a hunter not too far from here and I need to figure out where they're hiding out."
