His Trouble Maker

Chapter 92

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?”

again. Let the chains

cold and hard, “you’ve got no idea how dangerous I am when I’ve got nothing left to

swallow, but she plays it off with a soft laugh. It

Theo. Aria. Riot.

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circles me like he’s choosing where to carve

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

fucking kill you!” I

inside his throat, tearing out his windpipe with my teeth. The chains rattle so violently the sound bounces off the stone, loud, metallic, desperate–but it’s not

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

he’s savoring my fury.” I suddenly remember how

slow. “Just like you. Same little growls. Same way she fights when my hands are on

I jerk violently.

fights so pretty when she’s losing,” Riot hums. “You should see the

won’t stop. I yank. I twist. I want the chain to slice. I want to tear through myself to get

breathes near my ear.

teeth snap in the air

“Oh? Gonna bite me?”

breath shuddering, spit mixing with blood as I jerk the chain

purrs. “Rip yourself apart. Because after

to Aria. A silent

Fucking

drags her panties down in one slow, filthy

my arms, silver biting

slow, slicing over raw

Fucking die.

thumb brushing under my jaw, tilting

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