CHAPTER 31 The Shadow “WW hat took you so long?” the psycho girl snaps, her dull brown eyes alight with fire. The same inferno in her eyes is what’s still residing in my chest. My heart hasn’t stopped pounding, and I’m plagued with the unbending need to fuck her again. My brain feels like it's been tossed into a skillet and pan-seared to a crisp. I need to focus, but it’s nearly impossible when the taste of Addie lingers on my tongue, and I’m still gripped by the feel of her tightly wrapped around me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to concentrate when I just found God. Or rather, I think I just became one. But how can I feel like a god, yet be completely stripped of power when it comes to her? I don’t know. All I know is I fucking love haunted fairs now. "I got caught up with something," I murmur, sweeping the room for lingering employees. Or any deadly surprises if the murderous look in the psycho girl's eyes is anything to go by. She's still planning on killing me, and the notion is laughable. If it were so fucking easy to kill me, I would've been dead long ago. These scars are proof of that. After our confrontation, the broken doll and I decided to team up for the time being. Since Mark decided to take matters into his own hands and try to kidnap and enslave my girl, I decided he was no longer worth keeping alive. The two seconds it took for him to conspire against Addie was the equivalent to writing his name in a Death Note. There’s no chance of his survival. So, we knocked out the four of them. The doll said she’d take them somewhere where the guests wouldn’t find them and meet up at midnight to get my answers and finish them off for good. Claire, of course, witnessed the entire thing, and the doll sent her running. I couldn’t do anything at the moment when I| had four men to handle, but the