His Trouble Maker

Chapter 92

GRAYSON

The wolfsbane gums up my veins, thick and slow. Keeps my wolf sedated. Keeps me pinned. But not gone. Never gone.

I push against the weight dragging me under.

I’ve taken worse.

I’ve survived worse.

Jessica.

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I grit my teeth. Pull harder. Taste blood. Where is she?

“Hey there, handsome.”

The wolfsbane spikes again. But I know that voice. “Aria.”

“Miss me?”

I don’t look away. I don’t flinch. I keep my gaze locked on her, steady and sharp, like I’m measuring exactly how long it would take to tear her apart.

And for a full sixty seconds, I do nothing but think about it. All the ways I should’ve killed her before. All the times I hesitated. All the exits I let her walk through. All the moments I let her slip past me, convincing myself I had bigger enemies to chase.

I didn’t. It was always her. Always the snake waiting in the grass, waiting for me to get comfortable, to get soft.

I curl my fingers into fists, chains biting deeper, heat flaring where the silver cuts clean to bone. But I keep pulling. Just enough for her to hear the metal strain. Just enough to let her know I’m still fucking here.

“I always knew you were a snake, Aria.” I drag the words slowly, let them scrape out of me like a promise, like I’ve already decided how this ends.

Her smile twitches, sharp and sweet like poisoned honey. “Oh, Grayson,” she hums, pacing closer. “That’s the problem with you. You knew. And you still kept me around.”

I roll my jaw, tasting blood. “That’s on me,” I admit, voice low, steady. “I should’ve crushed you the second you slithered too close.”

Her boots tap against the stone floor, lazy, circling me like I’m some caged animal. She leans down, close enough for me to smell the sickly sweet perfume she always wears. Close enough I can feel the heat of her breath on my neck.

“You think you would’ve won?” she purrs. “You think you could’ve stopped me?”

twist my wrists again. Let the chains rattle. Feel skin tear, silver blistering through

drag my gaze back to her, cold and hard, “you’ve got no idea how dangerous I am when I’ve got

with a soft laugh. It was then another traitor entered the room.

Theo. Aria. Riot.

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huh?” Riot circles me like he’s choosing where to carve me open first. “Bet you

as Llunge–chains snapping taut, wrists flayed raw, bone grinding under the

fucking kill you!” I

chains rattle so violently the sound bounces off the stone, loud, metallic, desperate–but it’s not enough. I slam against them again.

I want to carve his heart out while he’s still alive and force it

pulling, Grayson. Go on.” Riot tilts his head as if he’s savoring my fury.” I suddenly remember how

keeps going, circling me slow. “Just like you. Same little

I jerk violently.

hums. “You should see the

ribs grinding on stone. I won’t stop. I yank. I twist. I want the chain to slice. I want to tear through myself to

cries for you, though,” Riot breathes near my ear. “Even when she chokes on my

slam my head toward him. Miss by an inch. My teeth snap

“Oh? Gonna bite me?”

out,” I growl, breath shuddering, spit mixing with blood as I jerk the chain again, again, again. “And I’ll make you watch while I feed it to

Riot purrs. “Rip yourself apart. Because after we’re

to Aria. A

smirks. Fucking loves

to her hips. She drags her panties down in one slow, filthy pull and tosses them at my feet like she’s

Blood pours hot down my arms, silver biting to the bone, My knees skid through it, ribs cracking against the

slow, slicing over raw skin. “I’m going to have your

Fucking die.

brushing under my jaw, tilting my face up like I’m some chained mutt

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