Page 74 of When We Fall: Part Two

“Eat.” The guy pulled a sandwich from his leather jacket pocket and offered it to me. I was tied down, so I couldn’t even accept it if I wanted to.

I gave him a sour look, which made him laugh softly.

“I’m sorry,Foxy.Where are my manners? Open. I’ll feed you.”

“I don’t eat humans,” I snarled at him.

“I try not to as well, but when in Rome, right?”

I scowled at him. He looked a fuck of a lot like Anson. Hell, he looked a lot like me.

I swallowed thickly.

“Easy,” the guy continued. “It’s peanut butter and jelly. Grape jelly. Rosalie likes grape.”

I widened my eyes at him, fear ripping through me. God, what if she were here too? I hadn’t even considered that.Goddamnit!My heart thudded unevenly.

“How do you know Rosalie?”

“Oh. Don’t worry. She’s not here.” He cocked his head at me. “I spent some time with her here and there. Beautiful girl. I get the appeal. You’re a lucky man,” he said. “I had her under me just a few weeks ago. Her legs wrapped around my waist. I like the tiny birthmark that almost looks like a star on hercollarbone. If I were going to eat her, that would be the spot I’d start. She smells like heaven.”

I snarled, tearing against my restraints to get to him. I had no fucking clue how he knew about her birthmark, but he knew.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” I spat at him, my shoulder screaming at me. “Don’t you fucking talk about her! Don’t you put her fucking name in your mouth, you piece of shit!”

“So… is that a no on the sandwich?”

“Asylum, enough,” Dante snapped, grabbing the sandwich from him and kneeling in front of me. “Fox. Eat. You’ll need your strength.”

I shook as I stared at him.

“Fuck. You.”

Dante sighed. “It’s not poison. I promise. I’m not the bad guy. Not really.”

I said nothing, my jaw quivering.

“He won’t eat,” Asylum murmured, coming forward and tilting my chin up so I’d look at him. “You’re strong, aren’t you?”

I spit at him.

He wrinkled his nose and wiped at his face. “And completely fucking unsanitary.”

“Go to hell,” I said, glaring at him.

He laughed. “Have you fucking looked around you, Foxy? We’reinhell. On the sixth level, to be precise.”

“Fox, my job is to torture you,” Dante murmured, ignoring the guy called Asylum. “I get no pleasure in torturing the weak.”

“I’m in no position to give you any fucks,” I snarled at him.

Dante looked to Asylum, who cocked his head again.

“Tell the Fox,” Asylum murmured. “The Fox needs to know.”

I was so weak I thought I’d pass out.

“You’re unwell,” Dante said, his focus back on me. “You won’t survive here if you aren’t strong. You won’t get to go home, Fox.”