Page 15 of The Mercer Curse


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“Nonsense.” Tess smiled kindly. “You’re my brother-in-law—”

“He’s nothing to you, Tess. Just like you are nothing to him,” I snapped.

“Jeez, stop being such a monster, maître.”

Everything inside me went still, dark and dangerous. “Careful, esclave.”

She drew herself up but didn’t back down. “He came for you, Q. Don’t you see? He needs you.”

Henri wisely stayed silent.

I tripped into Tess’s beguiling blue-grey eyes.

I could never refuse her anything when she got stroppy like this. Fiery and fierce and tempting my palm to bring her back into line all while she made me fucking beg.

“What do you need from him to prove he’s looking for nothing more than company?” Tess crossed her arms.

At least she’d changed into a faint blue jumper and jeans. She looked young and innocent, belying the temptress beneath. The temptress that’d turned me inside out and back to front all because she could handle the filth inside me.

An idea sparked.

An idea I tried to crush but couldn’t.

She called me a monster?

I didn’t like that label, but it fit.

It had always fit.

I was a monster.

To my enemies and my loved ones.

The curse never lifted.

The needs never faded.

I’d learned to exist despite them.

I was happy in spite of them.

But I remembered all too well the haunting, harrowing existence I’d lived before Tess came along. The agony of wanting what I couldn’t have. The despicable need burning me up. The lust that came with so much disgust and shame.

If Henri fought such battles, I wasn’t surprised he’d dabbled with the idea of ending it.

Wiping my mouth, I shook my head a little.

The idea kept evolving, spreading, unfolding like a map before me.

He could be useful.

He could be my secret weapon to infiltrate the clubs that knew who I truly was: the traffickers I’d dealt with in the past and managed to slaughter, only for new ones to spring up like weeds, fully aware of what I did and always one step ahead of my usual methods to hunt them down.

Lowering my hand, I studied Henri with new eyes.

Would he have the strength?

Would he lose his rotten soul if I threw him into the darkness where we both belonged?

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