His Trouble Maker

Chapter 135

Chapter 135

JESSICA

“Ah!”

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I hit the concrete hard, knees first, cheek after–his fingers still clutching the root of my hair like he’s not ready to let go, like the floor isn’t enough, like I belong beneath it. I can still smell the cages on me–hot metal, heat–rutted fur, shit and bile and birth, and something underneath all that, something that smells like

me.

I don’t scream. I don’t whimper. I just dry–heave against the floor until something pink threads out of my throat and the taste of silver makes my gums throb. Theo finally lets go, fingers slow, like he’s peeling a prize off the meat.

“Be good,” he hums against the shell of my ear, voice low like prayer, like fucking. “You’re not alone anymore, Jess.”

My breath stalls. My stomach folds in on itself. I twist, gagging, bracing on one elbow, and my eyes drag toward the far corner-

He’s here.

Riot.

Slumped. Chained. His face is swollen on one side, slack on the other. One arm’s bent wrong, the other limp in his lap. His eyes-

God, his eyes are open. He’s watching me.

Riot coughs, low, wet, like something inside him’s dying slower than it should. I crawl to the farthest corner, away from the stench of his ruined breath, the sound of my own heartbeat fucking me raw.

“W–What..happened to him?” Trembling, I ask, not showing him any fear.

Theo squats low, gloved fingers curling under my jaw, lifting my face until I can’t pretend I’m not staring at Riot’s ruined chest rising in thin, rattling swells, every breath a confession of failure.

“He wouldn’t kneel,” Theo murmurs, thumb pressing hard into the hinge of my jaw until it pops. “He thought he could keep you clean. Like you were ever anything but a feral little slit begging to be filled.”

a

for his chains to creak, for one hand to drag itself along his thigh. trying to move, trying to crawl to me, even when half his

wolfsbane and something fouler, something that smells like the back of a throat swallowing screams. “He kept you alive. He kept you sacred. But there’s nothing sacred left in you now, Jessica.

fingers over the seam of my lips, smearing the taste of his skin of the caves of all

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it devotion. I don’t look away. I don’t close my mouth when he pushes them in, pressing over my tongue until I gag

shoved me into the floor and locked the cell before leaving

a sound like meat tearing, like

man that ruined me and yet, looking at him right now makes me want to call the moon goddess to perish all the evil in

no, because his chains were still rattling, because his pulse

my tongue thick with sickness, “he–he

we’d become to each other in the dark: heat–bonded, death–bound, two beasts suckling on the same desecrated myth. I should have turned

A twitch, a jolt. His chain scraped the wall with a hungry little kiss and my whole spine

torn through something collapsing in his chest. “Jess–no. Don’t–don’t let

hand flat on the piss–stained

body betrayed me, a pulse low in my belly giving me away,

splitting open again against the piss- slick floor, knees too raw to

“Riot, please,”

and left

but his chains rattled when I got close, like his body was trying to lunge even if his voice was trying to save me and when my fingers touched his ankle, bare, filthy, hot with fever, I felt

terrified,” he

in the meat of

cracking in the

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needed to

into the wreck of his jaw.”

Riot laughed.