MY TABOO STEP DADDY
(DECLAN’S POV)
Demons don’t die.
I never believed it, but here he It is—A dagger buried in his chest, neck stabbed, his blood soaking my pants—Yet his pulse flickers. Faint, but alive.
“He’s not dead!” Dakor barks, pain lacing his voice. “Wanted in fifty-four countries and greatest felon alive. You’d have to do more than that.”
Rifles click. Boots scuff against tile. And Dakor shifts, clutching his bleeding thigh.