Chapter 26

“I know what you did in August under Coleman Bridge. That poor musician and how you…how you ate his soul.”

Feeling callous, cold, and wanting to play with him, I snickered, cutting to the chase of our shared matter. “Your knowledge of that night is the reason why we’re walking to the tunnel.”

“You don’t think I know this?”

He knew shit. Just like most mortals.

“You don’t think I’m smart enough to realize that you want to murder me the same way you murdered Lane Hitt? Am I that na?ve? Am I that simple to you?” He sounded defensive, half angry, and half pleased that he could be honest with me.