A Siren's Song (Ride of the Darkyrie 2)

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watching me and I’d had no idea. With all of my extra senses and radar for aberration, he hadn’t set off any alarms until he’d been in The Riot Room. How many times could he have treated me like prey if he’d chosen?
                  His eyes were slits, almost reptilian and his nostrils flared. “Yes, you like that I watched you. That I coveted you, but you don’t like that you didn’t know I was there.”
                  “Of course I don’t. Would you?”
                  “No,” he laughed. “Should I tell you all about it?”
                  “Yes. When you first saw me. When you first coveted me.” That would give me time to think, to plan, and it would tell me what he knew about me. “I may be a killer, but I’m still a woman.”
                  “Swope Park. A spring storm. The sky was like a blanket of burned marshmallows tinged with an Absinthe green. Thunder crashed and lightning struck the ground next to you, but instead of being afraid, you danced in the onslaught of rain, even when the drops were more like icy daggers.”
                  I hadn’t been to Swope Park in two years. On what would have been Thora’s birthday. I watched the kids in the park, imagining what life would have been like if she’d lived. If we’d still be in that park having a picnic, or if we’d be at the zoo, or one of those family parties in that big house I’d dreamed about with all her friends in the backyard. He hadn’t touched that though, hadn’t been apart of it no matter if he’d been watching me or not.
                  “Are you afraid yet, Brynn?”
                  “Do you want me to be afraid, Richard?” I looked up at him and widened my eyes, then I thought of what it would be like to have this conversation with the Cross so my body would feel arousal and my pupils would dilate so Richard would think it was for him.
                  “I confess, I do. If only a little bit.”
                  Of course he did. Keep him talking . “You’ll have to do better than that. We’re of the same kind, remember?”
                  He continued to stroke my hair and tugged the jasmine from behind my ear to bring it to his nose. “Perhaps.”
                  Stop wriggling on the hook, fucker! I’d never had to put forth this much effort. “If we’re not, why did you watch me for two years? Why did you set this up?”
                  “Because Anderson wants to be like us, but he’s too weak.”
                  He still hadn’t answered why he’d watched me for so long. “So it wasn’t for me because he made me angry? You weren’t watching through a window when he held his gun to my forehead?”
                  “No.”
                  “Should I leave then? So you can be alone with your kill?” I prayed to whatever powers that happened to be listening he wouldn’t say yes. I’d backed myself into a corner. I couldn’t leave and abandon Anderson to this guy’s tender ministrations.
                  “Please don’t leave. I’m sorry if I offended you. It’s hard to admit these things to you, here in front of me in the real after watching you for so long.”
                  I reached out and touched his face, a universal soothing motion.
                  “Know that if I had seen him threaten you, he’d be praying for death for years before I gave it to him.” He inhaled deeply. “Yes, I set this up for you. I did know you didn’t like him, but he is weak.”
                  A smile curved my mouth. “Yes, he is.”
                  “I want you to kill him. Take him for your prey. Then there’ll be so much more I can show you.”
                  “Another test?”
                  “Of sorts.” He licked his

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