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“I saw nothing,” he says, strolling away and scooping an apple off the ground. Good boy.

“Quick!” I hiss, and we rush for the safety of the trees.

Thank you, almighty Moon Goddess, for this blessing! I think to myself as I laugh. This shall be fun! Coming up one Crux kebab!

“Hopefully, he tastes better than the Doyle steaks. He was a bit chewy,” I tell Gannon, and he chuckles.

He thinks I am joking, but a chef must always taste his masterpiece. It was just a little nibble, and he tasted like shit; I think I over-marinated him.

We get Crux down to the bunker, placing him in a section that is no longer in use due to safety reasons.

It is even older than Kyson’s father. We strap the bastard down on a stone slab, re-breaking his distorted limbs.

His screams are muffled by his gag. I pull out a set of my new tools.

I am excited to put them to use, giggling to myself finally.

“What the hell do you have over there, Liam? Don’t think I didn’t hear you squeal like a schoolgirl meeting her crush.”

I spin around with my new toys in hand. Gannon’s brow knit together. Not sure what to make of it, I click my tongue in annoyance at his ignorance of my new gems of torture. “It’s a pear of anguish, you ninny!”

“Since this fucker liked to make his profits trafficking and prostituting children, why not send him out with a bang-up his ass? I have one for his mouth, too. It came as a set.” I clap my hands anticipating my fun.

I strip down, putting my apron on. Just our luck, I find some of the medieval torture devices while securing the tunnels leading to the bunkers.

Gannon helps put Crux’s knees in the splitter after we cut him free from his clothes while I hum to myself.

Crux tries in vain to loosen his restraints.

Gannon pops some wolfsbane under his gag before replacing it with the pear, twisting it to fit.

“Ah ah ah, Crux. Don’t think for a second I have forgotten about your other hole. Promise I’ll even spit on it for you,” I tell him, giving him a wink. I shove it up his turd cutter, causing his muffled scream to vibrate around the pear occupying his mouth.

An hour later, this turd is still trying to hang on to his wretched life. “Liam, we need to hurry up. Abbie is going to come looking for me soon.”

“Fine, let me get my skewers. His pecker is barely hanging on anyhow. Sausage kabobs, it is then,” I huff, rolling my eyes at his party-pooping mood.

The shock of his dick now at the tip of my skewer is his breaking point. We listen as his heart sputters to a halt, and my face lights up like a kid on Christmas at my handy work. Though I am upset, I can’t play a little longer.

Leaving him there, we make our way back to the ruins of the castle. Abbie looks over at us and exhales. “I have been looking for you,” she tells Gannon, quickly moving to his side.

“For real, that thing survived?” she asks, glaring at my apron.

“What does everyone have against my poor apron? It has done nothing to you,” I tell her. She pulls a face at me.

“It’s alright, I will get you one just like it, blood and all,” I tell her.

“I think I will pass,” she tells me before staring at me dazedly. Fuck, she is definitely sired to me. Gannon waves a hand in front of her face, and she shakes her head and snaps out of it. Gannon growls at her, gawking, tugging her closer.

‘I’m gonna have to take care of that,’ Gannon mindlinks me, and I nod.

Though sires are difficult to break, it requires him feeding her copious amounts of his blood to rid hers of mine or knocking her up, which I say he’ll prefer doing to her.

That always seems to remove sire bonds for some reason.

No one knows why, and I can only guess, but for some reason, it works.

Abbie doesn’t love me; she knows that, not in that sense anyway, and it is the first thing we explained to her when Gannon started to pick up on it a few days ago.

“Ready to go?” Dustin says, coming over to us, and I nod to him. Dustin knows about the strange sire, and he glances at Abbie. Not with jealousy, just worry about Gannon. Yet, he needs not worry. Gannon will take care of it, and she will be just fine.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I tell him, tossing my arm over Dustin’s shoulder, when I hear a voice behind me, making me stop.

“Abbie, are you okay?” Gannon asks, and I peer over at them; her eyes are at the forest edge, though she startles, looking up at Gannon.

“Sorry, I thought I saw something,” Abbie says, and I peer around, not seeing anything. Dustin and I walk ahead a little.

“Saw what?” Gannon asks her.

“Nothing, I am being silly; my mind is playing tricks on me,” she laughs nervously.

“Well, if it’s silly, you have no issues telling me then,” Gannon quips, and she sighs heavily.

“Abbie?” Gannon asks, and this time, Dustin stops, peering back at her.

“Must it be the sire bond thing?” Dustin suggests, but her next words sent my blood cold.

“It’s nothing; it’s impossible, and you’ll laugh,” she says, and Gannon gives her a stern look. “I thought I saw…” she shakes her head and sucks in a breath. “I thought I saw my grandmother,” she laughs, rubbing her temples. Gannon tugs her closer.

“Everything going on, it’s normal to see things,” he tells her.

“I know it’s impossible…” Her words turn to background noise as my eyes nervously scan the forest. But that’s the thing, it’s not impossible. I know because when I went back to bury Vivian’s body, she wasn’t there. I swallow thickly when Gannon drops his hand on my shoulder.

“Are you alright, brother?” he asks, and I force a smile on my face.

“Just thinking about our skewered friend,” I chuckle, and Dustin peers up at me.

“What’s going on?” Dustin asks as we head toward where the camp is set up.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” I answer.