Chapter 142: Don’t Make Me Kill You
Dimitri bit his tongue, making sure that he wouldn’t be speaking out loud while Luca ’negotiated’ with the bandit leader.
’My soul belongs to my Kitten,’ shrugged Dimitri even as the blood filling his mouth coated his tongue with its irony taste. ’You don’t have any say in the matter.’
"There is only one person who can dictate shit to me, and she is beside my current body right now," sneered Wrath, sending another streak of pain through Dimitri’s head. If this meat sack wouldn’t do what he wanted, he would just kill him and move on. "All you have to do is shut up and open your mind to me when I come calling again."
Wrath could feel his brothers’ presence in the men around his meat sack, which made him think that they were both thinking about the same person. And let’s face it; it didn’t matter what anyone called her...
She was theirs.
Dimitri stayed silent as he tried to build up a brick wall between him and the Sin in his mind. It was almost completely constructed when an image of Hattie standing behind an impossibly tall man filled his head. ’Who’s that?’ demanded Dimitri.
His Kitten seemed to be staring right at him, and yet, he knew that wasn’t possible. "Don’t worry about the Angel," sneered the voice in his head. "He’ll lose interest soon enough, I’m sure. If you want her... then you need to accept me."
"Done," snarled Dimitri, already breaking down the wall he had just built and opening himself for the demon to take him.
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