Traitor

Traitor

Carter

“Hello, Orpheus. I’m surprised you are alive, little traitor. If Ryder or Storm were Griffen, you’d be dead. Traitors end up disintegrating in a barrel until they become traitor soup. Isn’t that right, Book?” Ajax asks after we load the bed of the truck and climb in. He is sitting behind me with a blade pressed against my cerebral vertebrae.

Booker is in the backseat beside Ajax while Jensen starts the truck. I look up into the rearview mirror to see a curved knife against Ajax's throat with blood trickling down it. “I warned you before. Don’t call me Book,” he snarls at Ajax.

I gulp. Sweat is sliding down my face. I’m about to die. I know it. Callum almost killed me and would have if it weren’t for Sawyer and Natalie the day Razor Grothman had me service, Julia Snipe. She could have raped Ransom that day, but there was no way I was going to let her do that. I was bad enough that Razor had scooped his eye out.

Ransom was still my twin si