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Chapter 11

Juliet

“Tell me you love it.”

Ned. Ned, Ned, Ned. His name is Ned. Don’t forget.

“Come on, honey. Just tell me how much you love it. Three little words.”

Ned. Smelly Ned. Bad-Breath Ned. Slimy Hands Ned.

Covering my ears doesn’t block out Autumn’s cries. Hoarse now. Fading. That makes the sound worse.

“Tell me you love it.”

While Sienna sleeps in her bed, back to me, I hunch over my laptop and punch in the address Trey gave me for Ned Miller.

220 Miller Road . Must be family property. Deep in the mountains, on an isolated plot of land with an old farmhouse and a shed, where he can hide from civilization and no one has to know about his extracurricular activities.

The trek up the mountain could be hazardous, but the path to get there is straightforward.

Thank god Trey managed to track down the address.

None of the other Devils batted an eye when I showed up to the hockey house and told them I was giving Trey a sedative. Hell, Damien and Knox carried Trey to his bed after he passed out on the couch. They did offer to help me when I planted that camera in his room, after all.

“What exactly are you going to do to him?” Knox asked. Damien had already disappeared from the room, not giving a shit about what I had planned for his teammate.

“Nothing he hasn’t already done to me.” Not exactly true, but Knox would flip if he knew all the devious things I had planned for the unconscious Devil.

Knox blinked a few times at my sickly sweet smile before he shivered. “Gotta admit—you creep me out, Juliet.”

“That’s what I like best about you, Knox.”

I managed to tie Trey down and pierce his cock and still had at least a solid hour before he finally stirred awake to keep playing our twisted game. Getting revenge on him and giving him a taste of his own medicine—grinding against him, flicking that piercing on his cock—made me come harder than I ever have in my life.

I liked seeing him at my mercy almost as much as I like being at his mercy. Almost.

His groans of pain and pleasure, his barked orders, his smooth skin and hard muscle beneath my palms, the trickle of his blood from the letters I cut into his chest. JULIET . So he’ll be reminded of me every time those wounds sting, every time he glimpses the letters in the mirror.

Despite every deranged thing we’ve done to each other, he’s right. We understand each other like no one else does. His darkness matches mine.

In her bed, Sienna snores softly. She’s barely been sharing the dorm with me this semester, spending most of her time getting laid in Luke’s bed. Now that their relationship isn’t taboo, they’ve been throwing themselves at each other like rabbits in heat, but she has clinicals bright and early tomorrow, so she can’t afford to be up all night with him.

She’d slap the shit out of me if she knew my plans for tonight. Are you kidding me, Juliet? What are you thinking? That’s so dangerous!

I scrawl a note for her on my desk before standing in front of the full-length mirror at the foot of my bed, removing the piercings from my brow, nose, and ears. Next the rings on my fingers, even my beloved serpent. I tuck all the jewelry into a drawer so Sienna won’t get suspicious before removing my makeup, wiping away every trace until I’m bare-faced. Uncomfortably youthful.

A new white dress slips over my head, the top stiff and hugging over my tits but the skirt flowy. He liked me in white. Tonight, that will be the last thing he sees.

While I kill Ned, I’ll make Brandon watch. So he’ll know exactly what’s coming.

At least, he’ll believe that’s what I have in store for him. But his fate will be much, much worse.

I grab my jacket and mask before tossing the handwritten note on Sienna’s desk.

Good luck with clinicals. I won’t be here when you wake up but don’t freak out. Just going out to have some fun.