Chapter 30

• “Of fucking course. Why would I need to fill my head with other boring information?”
• I tap the cigarette in the bottle of water, letting the ashes tarnish the pure liquid. “Landon?”
• “Landon King,” Nikolai offers. “Creighton’s cousin, or second cousin, or what-the-fuck ever. I say if his bitch clone brother hadn’t shown up out of thin air, he would’ve kept the fight going all night long. That crazy motherfucker smiles when he’s beaten up, like you, Satan’s heir.” He kicks the table, and it tumbles down, all the glass shattering to minuscule pieces. “Let’s fight, Killer. I still have energy to purge.”