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Turner.” He winced and grinned simultaneously as blood flowed freely from the wound.
    That’s when I realized…“Wait. You wanted me to kill you.”
    He breathed heavily now. Clearly the pain was intense, and clearly I gave no fucks.
    Vaughn coughed up a bit of blood and continued grinning. “You have no idea who King truly is, do you?”
    “Of course I do.” I knew more than he did. That was certain.
    He shook his head slowly and whispered, “No. Not who he was, but who he became—who he really is…” He gasped for air and began to chuckle. “And you think you’re safe with him.”
    More head games. “I don’t give a shit what you say. Your words are meaningless lies.”
    Determined to make some sort of point, Vaughn ignored me. “You do not know anything, Miss Turner. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be attempting to ascertain why I prefer dying over,” he hacked and spit out a mouthful of blood, “over…” he gasped for air, “being King’s dungeon pet.”
    I could only assume that Vaughn referred to the fact that King had the ability to pop inside a person’s body and evoke copious amounts of pain.
    “And the Seer bitch thinks I am a monster…Me!” Vaughn chuckled.
    The man actually believed he was a nice person compared to King? Psycho!
    “Yes. I do think you’re a monster,” I spat.
    “Perhaps I am, but you are blind. Blind about King, as you are about your fuck of a little brother. That’s the beauty of it all. You sacrifice everything to save someone who would leave you to be violated and mutilated by a group of thugs.”
    “You’re lying.”
    “I have no reason to lie.”
    Of course he did. He wanted to watch me suffer. I’m sure it wasn’t anything personal; he simply got off on it. Even now as his body gave out and blood flowed from the wound, he enjoyed this. The sick bulge remained in his stained pants.
    I couldn’t take it anymore. This had to end.
    I picked up the knife and stared into his eyes. Then I sliced his throat. “Who’s getting off now?”
    “Mia?”
    My head turned toward King, who stood in the doorway behind me, shock covering his face. “What did you do?”
    I looked at my bloody hand, having to think about it. Was this a dream? “I think I, uh, slit the bastard’s throat.” I dropped the bloody knife at King’s feet as I passed him.
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    Later that afternoon, after a long, long run to ward off an imminent mental breakdown— yeah, Mia Turner is officially a murderer —I strolled along the empty beach, focusing on the sensation of the warm white sand sifting between my toes. Sadly, it did little for me. Neither did the sound of crashing waves—something I normally found soothing.
    Cold hands shoved deeply into my jeans’ pockets, I stopped to gaze out across the endless stretch of blue ocean, the wind whipping my face. To be frank with myself, I wasn’t sure what felt more disturbing about the morning’s events: the weird and very real vision I’d had of Vaughn hurting my mother, the ease with which I’d killed him, or the relief and satisfaction I’d felt afterward.
    Definitely, the lack of remorse. Because, holy hell, it felt goddamned euphoric knowing this world had been rid of Vaughn. Now, if I could only get my hands on the rest of 10 Club.
    You’re going to go on a killing spree, Mia? Really?
    No. But I wanted to, and my mind didn’t know what to make of it. These were not the emotions of a decent person, but of a ruthless criminal. And if it weren’t for my confusion over that fact, I would be off looking for King. Sadistic pig. I bet he got a kick out of locking me up with Vaughn.
    “You look like you had a rough day,” said a deep male voice.
    I turned my head to find Mack, King’s right-hand man and personal pilot, staring with a warm, boyish grin. Mack’s messy blond hair, big blue eyes, and unshaven face gave him the appearance of a rugged, sweet, all-American guy. Handsome as hell, too. On the inside, however, lived a