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...
"When the curtain calls the time, will we both go home alive?"
The Death of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens
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I woke in a haze, my swollen face tender to the touch as I attempted to wipe the sleep from my eyes. I wasn't sure where I was or how long I had been out, but I was certain that this well-decorated bedroom was not where I had fallen asleep. The walls were too colorful, the floor was void of Caleb's blood, and in the corner sat a beaten man that I very much wanted to punch in the face.
"You stupid, stupid, son of a bitch," I muttered, wincing as I slowly attempted to pull myself up.
My gaze fell from John as his dark eyes finally found me. Idiot. Stupid, fucking, God damned idiot. There wasn't a single part of me that didn't wish I had the energy to get up and kick him in the face.
"You look like shit," he muttered lazily.
I shot him a glare as I lifted my shirt slightly. The stale cool air stung at the open wounds, and I hissed as I poked at the scratches the demonic bitch had carved into my abdomen. I couldn't read what she had crafted, but it didn't matter. I had to get out of this. I dropped my shirt and attempted to slide my legs off the bed, hoping to find a way out of this room, but the blood-soaked strips of fabric around my thigh only confirmed what the shooting pain was telling me.
I was done.
There was no fighting back. There was no getting out of this. I could barely move, let alone walk, and with the yellow-eyed demon sitting on my shoulder, I had a feeling I was exactly where he wanted me to be.
Broken down and out of the way.
"Why don't you just lay back down?"
My eyes fluttered shut as I tried to keep them from rolling into the back of my head. "Why don't you just shut your mouth?" I grumbled through gritted teeth, the sound of my own causing my head to pulse.
This was not good.
"They messed you up pretty good. You really should -"
"What are you doing here, John?" I seethed, cutting him off. "All you had to do was get the colt and get the bastard. You weren't supposed to come after me."
"We got the colt."
"You did?" My eyes widened. "Then what the hell are you doing here?"
John gave me a knowing look. "She offered a trade."
I shook my head. A trade. For my life no doubt. "Jesus Christ, John -"
"Relax," he huffed. "I used a fake."
A sigh of relief left my lips, but it didn't last long as I played out the next few hours in my head. If he had used a fake, there was no doubt the boys knew what he was doing. They wouldn't leave him behind when they were so damn close to the end and depending on how long I had been out, they were probably already searching for him.
