Scream For Me: A Novel of the Night Hunter (For Me #3)(81)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Her light had fallen and the flashes of red—not enough oxygen, not enough—were all she could see.

“McKenzie can’t save you. He couldn’t save her either. I hope he knows. I hope he knows before he dies that he let you down, too.”

Kyle needed her. She had to find a way to get help to him. He was bleeding.

A light hit her. Hit Anniston. He froze for a second. A second she needed. Her fingers clenched, grabbing at the sharp object she felt just beneath his shirt.

A half-moon necklace.

Maria’s half-moon.

“Let her go!” Kyle’s booming voice. Not sounding weak at all. Furious. Enraged.

“Shouldn’t you be dead?” Anniston snarled.

Anniston’s hold lightened, but he didn’t free her. Cadence sucked in desperate gulps of air as dizziness and nausea rose within her.

“I remember the first time I saw Maria,” Anniston shouted to him.

Don’t listen to him. He’s trying to get to you. To screw with your head. But she couldn’t say the words. Her throat was swollen, her breath heaving.

“She stopped for directions. I liked her smile, so I convinced her to have coffee with me. She was so pretty. So sweet. How was I supposed to let her go?”

“Get your hands off Cadence!”

But he didn’t.

“After talking with her for just a little while, I knew how special she was. How good. I kept her with me. She was my first.”

“Let. Her. Go!”

Cadence wasn’t sure if Kyle was talking about his sister or her.

She yanked on the necklace. The clasp broke, but Anniston didn’t even seem aware. He thought she was too weak to attack him.

The half-moon spilled into her hand. The jerk should have buttoned up his shirt more.

“Why?” Cadence managed to wheeze out the question, but it wasn’t because she wanted to know what made this man tick. It was because she was trying to focus his attention back on her. She’d dropped her gun when he hit her. If she kept him distracted, maybe Kyle would find the gun, or maybe he already had his gun.

A partner’s job was to protect, to help.

So was a lover’s.

Anniston yanked her in front of him, using her as a shield, even as one arm stayed locked tight around her throat.

“I will snap her neck.”

She knew the guy would get off on making Kyle watch her die.

How was Kyle even there? With his injury, Kyle shouldn’t be on his feet.

Then she saw Kyle’s light weaving.

Cadence realized then…Anniston will also get off on making me watch Kyle die.

That wasn’t something she would allow. Kyle would not die.

They were both getting out of this giant freaking grave.

“I wasn’t pinned.” The words blew lightly over her ear.

Cadence wished she could see Kyle.

She only saw his light.

It was steady now.

“When I was in that car accident, I wasn’t pinned. I got out of my car that night. I went to the other driver. She was trapped. Bleeding and desperate. It was just the two of us on the dark road.”

A monster had been born then. No, a monster had always lived in him. The beast had just finally come out to play.

“I could have gotten her help. Tried to, anyway. But she was delirious. She begged me to stay with her. Begged me to hold her hand.”

Cadence had the half-moon in her hand. She was just waiting for the right moment to attack.

“I stayed with her. I watched her blood soak the seat. I watched her skin become even paler in the moonlight. I watched every moment. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. At the end, do you know what I enjoyed the most?” He paused for the briefest moment and whispered, “The silence. That’s what death is, you know, sweet, perfect silence.”

His arm tightened around her neck.

“When she died, I went back to my car. It was so dark and quiet, and I could smell her blood in the air. I loved that darkness. Right then, surrounded by it, I was death. It was all me.”

No, it wasn’t.

“The cops found us about an hour later. I tried to forget her, the beautiful girl in her blood-soaked car. The beautiful girl who begged me in the dark, but I couldn’t, and I wanted to see her again. I wanted that power again.”

The power of life.

Of death.

“Then little Maria came into town. Smiling. Smelling so sweet. Shy and all alone. She was my chance to have death again.”

“Fucking…bastard,” Kyle’s voice rasped out.

The light still wasn’t weaving. It didn’t seem to be moving at all.

How had he stopped the shaking? The light was a perfect beam. Angled up, hitting their faces.

He’s not holding it. The knowledge sank in. Kyle must have found a little ledge or outcropping of rock. The light wasn’t giving away Kyle’s position. She needed to act, now, before Anniston realized what was happening.

Kyle was looking for his moment to attack.

She’d give him that moment.

No matter how much it hurt her.

And it was going to hurt—a lot.

She wished she could see Kyle once more. Just once more.

In case…

“Do you know why I called you?” Anniston asked, the words a hard curl of sound in the dark. “Why I even brought you in on Lily’s case? I didn’t have to call. You never would have known.”

“You wanted me to know,” Kyle growled at him. The caves distorted his voice, made it sound both close and far away. “’Cause you’re…fucking…twisted…”

“The world needed to know!” Anniston yelled. “I have the power, the control! Years—years—I did this, and no one knew.”

That was what had finally gotten to him. The need to show off his work. The need to show just how smart he was.

Only things hadn’t gone according to his master plan. He’d lost his girls.

That’s not all you’ll lose.

She just had to find the right moment. Just had to distract him long enough…

So Kyle could go in for the kill.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Cadence was afraid. Her face didn’t show her fear. Her face was an expressionless mask, bathed in the harsh glow of his flashlight.

It was her eyes that gave her away. The eyes that searched the darkness frantically for him. Even as her gaze told Kyle that Cadence wasn’t going to be a victim much longer.

He had his gun. The blood on his hands made it hard for him to hold a tight grip, and his fingers growing numb made aiming a bitch.

He’d still make the shot.