Page 29 of His to Ruin

I let out a long sigh and run my fingers through my hair again. “It’s part of his delusion, you see. He thinks I’m someone—something, called Kallum.”

The interns all look horrified. Their eyes flit to the ground in unease. All except a pair of glowing amber irises that remain locked on mine. As if she can see right through me—all the way through to the monster inside.

“Lucy,” a deep timber calls from further down the hallway. “Oh, Lucy.”

I know that voice, but I’ve barely heard it used in my six years here. He rarely speaks to another soul here. Usually, he just communicates in grunts or nods of his head. To hear him speak now is …unsettling.

“Little Lucy. I know you’re in here, Spider.” His voice sounds almost delighted.

In front of me amber eyes grow wide. Fear swirls in her irises and what little color she had in her pale cheeks drains completely.

“Lucy?” I ask squeaky shoes.

Hesitantly, she nods her head. A lock of dark hair escapes from her ponytail and falls across her forehead.

“Itsy bitsy spider, caught in a little web.” His deep voice echoes off the walls as he sings some demented song. “Itsy bitsy spider is going to end up dead.”