THE PLAN IS SIMPLE BUT BRUTAL.

At nightfall, Jeremy, Gareth, Killian, and I slip on our neon, stitched face masks with the anti-gas option and creep toward the Serpents' compound.

That little pest in the gold mask keeps trailing us, but I don’t give him the time of day.

If it were even a few weeks ago, we wouldn’t have dared storm their mansion. But Cherry played her part well—with a little prodding from Gareth. She’s trying to get on his good side so we won’t hand her back to her daddy on a silver platter. She’s a survivor, and she isn’t above betraying her own brother to stay alive.

I made damn sure she’s locked up with White on guard. She might be able to charm any of our other guards, but never White. Once we’re done here, her father’s men will haul her out of that mansion.

Have fun in rehab, bitch.

Now, it’s time to pay tribute to the other bitch—whose father’s men will carry him straight to his coffin.

The mansion they call home is similar to ours, only smaller, more gothic… kind of like their dicks.

And tonight’s the night they pick a leader, just like Cherry told us. Gareth, Landon, and I monitor the security feeds while Jeremy and Killian knock out the guards.

All five Serpent leaders wear skull masks like the one I found on Glyndon earlier. They’ve formed a circle on some Satanic star, murmuring like a coven of witches.

“Which one’s Devlin?” Gareth asks.

I shrug. “Masks are too similar. We’ll have to take them all.”

“Yes. All.” I clap my fist into my open palm, my eyes gleaming from behind my mask. “I’ll fuck them all up.”

“All but Devlin,” Gareth says. “His life is mine.”

“You mean mine,” Landon snaps. I flip him off, grinning.

“As much as I like that idea,” Jeremy interjects, “that would be asking for war.”

I arch a brow. “Didn’t know war scared you.”

“Not at all. But some of you might not be ready.”

“Agree to this plan? Raise your hand,” I say, raising mine. Both Killian and Gareth follow. “Good. That settles it.”

Gareth stays in the control room in case things go sideways, staying in touch with us through our earpieces.

The four of us follow his directions down into their basement, where the Satanic rituals are in full swing.

I push the plug on the metal canister, watching it roll straight toward them.

Their heads snap to it. Then, as soon as they figure out it’s tear gas, they scatter.

One Serpent collapses, coughing, ripping off his mask. I kick him square in the jaw, sending him flying. “Hi, guys. Nice to see you again. I’ve missed bloodying your pussy-ass faces.”

Not Devlin.

Jeremy and Landon split off, tackling the others, leaving me to revel in the chaos I’ve unleashed.