Chapter 20 FINN
FINN
The bath was a refreshing touch as Daemon sobbed to them about feeling lost and then curled into himself before giving in to me.
Toying with his emotions had been the highlight of my life.
Dark was terrified and Killian was just there, amused at the outcome.
Stealing those memories from Daemon factored directly into my plans.
It meant I could manipulate whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Dark and Daemon were mine to control.
Killian and I still needed to have a conversation, though.
When Slash and Aeron left me in Samael’s bedroom to rest, I sent Jade a text to let her know that the second phase of the plan was ready, that I was safe, and that I’d be home shortly.
My gaze drifted to the time and I scoffed at how much time I had lost. Two am?
That was bullshit. Apparently, playing games took time which was why I stuffed the three back into that room so that the rest of this early morning was mine.
I ruffled through a few of the drawers and slipped on the smallest clothes I could find before heading down the stairs.
My body felt like lead, jerking the alters around taking more concentration and strength than I had thought.
When I had been officially diagnosed with HMD, the doctors had told me it was a taxing diagnosis.
My brain was constantly working and warring with itself.
My body would eventually give out if I didn’t start taking steps to treat the issue.
The pills they gave me, though, made me feel less of myself. We all kind of faded into the background, none of us able to firmly take the driver’s seat. We were just… there and that was no way to live.
Ignoring that problem for now, I headed for the front door, Brent standing there with a box in his hands. “I don’t know what the fuck they see in you, Killian. Or should I say, Finn?” He spat. “You’re going to ruin a good man and an even better cop.”
A cackle left me before I slapped a hand over my face.
“Brent, seriously? Samael is not a good man. None of us are. We torture, kill, and play with our food. The citizens of Primrose are just pawns in a game they don’t understand, sitting ducks as we pick off who we like.
” I pointed at that box. “That’s for me, isn’t it? ”
“You’re a goddamn virus, Finn.”
“Sure, but my men are just as sick as I am.” I wiggled the box from his grip, excited for this next step.
Just before I turned away to head for the kitchen, I left Brent with one last tidbit.
“Also, Samael is a horrid cop. Justice for the people, my ass.” I skipped down the hallway, not at all surprised that Aeron was in the kitchen.
Slash was suspiciously absent, my cannibal glancing up at me.
“I thought you would be sleeping. Slash went to go meet with Samael. They’ll be back shortly. Are you hungry? Do you want—” His words died on his tongue, his head tilting to the side as he observed me. I placed the container on the table, waiting for the recognition to swarm his features. “Finn?”
“Bingo! I couldn’t stay up in that room for a moment longer.
By the way, the lavender is a fantastic touch.
Truly. I smell like a motherfucking meadow.
And yes, I’m famished. Daemon threw everything up.
” I tapped the box, drawing Aeron’s attention to it.
“I brought you a little something so that we could share a meal.”
Aeron frowned. “Is that what just got delivered? Wait… did you have something of Nyla delivered here?”
I nodded enthusiastically. Everything had been planned meticulously. Jade had done what was asked of her after I sliced Killian’s coworker up and retrieved a small portion for my favorite cannibal. All she had to do was wait for the signal and then show up at the house as a delivery boy.
Aeron shrank back and then approached the box, slowly opening it to reveal my present. “Finn…”
“I told you I wanted curry. I brought the meat and I know Samael is rich enough to have all the spices.” I stepped up to his side, placing a gentle hand on his back.
He tensed beneath my touch but not from fear.
Curiosity bloomed through his features as I dug my fingers into his skin, a breathy sigh leaving my cannibal.
With the other three alters, Aeron was in charge. With me? Aeron seemed to lean.
I wanted to know how far he would.
His features twisted up as he settled on an expression, several seconds later those sea-glass eyes meeting mine with a spark that had been previously absent. “You’d eat my curry with me? What about the others?” He tapped my forehead.
“What about them? This is my time with you, Aeron. And I want to eat my chef’s food.
I want to partake in the indulgence that I’ve been robbed of.
Show me what you can do, love.” That last part was a bit too mushy for my taste but the blush on Aeron’s face was priceless.
I had watched him submit multiple times to Slash and Samael but never to me.
This would be fun.
Aeron reached into the container and retrieved the meaty flesh, still dripping in blood.
It would have to be thoroughly cleaned and whatever else Aeron did before preparing it but I wasn’t above waiting.
This would be a moment just for us. He carried it to the kitchen island and placed it in the sink there before starting to pull out items he would need. “Talk with me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Why all the games, Finn? You’ve obviously been around a bit longer but what’s the point?”
“Primrose was a bit boring. You three were just constantly loving up on Killian and shit. It was time for a change. It was more fun when there was killing and fear and my father was whining about not being able to figure out who The Terrors were. I needed that excitement back and if I told you to just go kill a bitch, you wouldn’t have.
So… I started a game.” I thought it was genius and it gave us something to do while coming closer together.
I hopped up onto the counter, swinging my legs as Aeron began slicing into Nala’s flesh. It brought back the memories of her when she was alive, silently pleading for relief. My dick swelled in my shorts and I unashamedly reached down to stroke it, moaning as the knife separated pieces.
“Are you seriously getting off to this, Finn?”
Instead of answering him, I reached forward and pinched his chin between my fingers before drawing him into a kiss.
Aeron submitting wasn’t on my bingo card and yet, here we were, my loveable cannibal leaning into my chest, silently asking for me.
“Just remembering her face. That’s all,” I mumbled against his lips.
“When we cooked together,” Aeron changed the subject abruptly but the redness of his cheeks was obvious. “Was that you or one of the others?”
“The others. I like to eat but cooking is more of a Dark or Daemon thing. I’m not even sure. I’ll ask later.”
Aeron nodded. “And the piercings? You didn’t have any of those when you were with us.”
“Killian fucking ripped them all out. He really liked that fucking innocent persona so all the metal had to go. I’m still pissed about it.” I ran my tongue ring along my lip, the metal clanging with the hoop there. Aeron watched the movement several times before returning to prepping the meat.
“What happens now? Nyla is gone, your father knows who you are, and that third girl—”
“Jade? She’s my ex. The one before you I think.
I have plans for her. Don’t get jealous though.
I don’t like her like that.” Jade would find out soon enough.
“I get all this is confusing. I’m confused too!
I went to college, expecting to enjoy my life and then everything was ripped out from under me.
My girlfriend, my mother’s death, and R—” I bit my tongue before I revealed that secret.
I wasn’t ready to let them know about Runo. Some part of me wondered if they’d fall in love with his crazy as they did mine and I couldn’t let that happen. Not that they would ever meet. Aeron stared at me curiously as he continued working, waiting for me to finish my sentence.
“I’m just glad I’m back,” I finally said. “And that we get to have dinner. Like a date.”
His cheeks reddened, his eyes sparkling again as his head dipped. Oh, I was going to fuck love making him blush as we continued.
“You really thought all of this out, didn’t you?”
“Absolutely. Tonight had to be perfect. Can we have yellow curry? I don’t like spicy.
” I jumped off the counter and ventured to the edge of the kitchen, glaring at Brent standing a few feet away.
He had heard absolutely everything, hadn’t he?
I’d have to tell Samael about his closest guard because I wasn’t so sure Brent was on our side anymore.
“Do you want rice, Finn?”
A devilish smile slid onto my lips as I kept my gaze locked on Brent. “Of course, I do. It has to be perfect, Aeron. Just perfect.”