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“I want you to remember the moment you found me in Albatross’s cage. How you maimed him for hurting me. For torturing me. I want you to remember the nights we slept under the stars, next to DaiSzek and a fire you built. The day you held back my hair as I vomited from the poison Meridei and Belinda gave me. Or the way you kiss me like you’ve been waiting your whole life just to touch me!”
I’m hiccuping now, choking on sobs as snot and tears coat my face.
“You died in my arms. My lap, my hands, my cheeks—I was covered in your blood! I told you I loved you for the first time on that beach. I burned down the asylum, exacted every threat you ever made to your tormentors, and lost my mind as I watched your body get lowered six feet under the ground.” Pressing my throbbing face between the bars, I force him to see me. “All because I love you. I love every alter. I love every fragment of your soul. And through every obstacle, every tragedy, you’ve gone to hell and back just to be with me. Why? Because. You. Loved. Me. Too.”
And for a small, minuscule fraction of a second, Dessin’s eyes shutter, and he leans back. Away from me. Like he saw something in my eyes, he felt something. Touched a memory that has been preserved by the deepest layers of his mind.
I bawl so hard, Warrose has to wrap me in my blankets and hold me close until I pass out from exhaustion. From being so close to my soulmate, yet so far away. From the darkest of heartbreaks.
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Dessin
The food in my mouth has no taste. But I make an effort to look busy with each spoonful because I can feel their eyes on me. Warrose and Niles sit across from me, pushing their food around as they continuously look up to steal glances.
“Stop looking at me,” I grumble.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Warrose asks.
“Not even a little bit.”
I can’t get her crying face out of my head. I’ve never seen her cry in all the years she’s made us suffer. Never a single tear. Never a sign of remorse. She’s only ever been capable of wicked amusement at my expense.
Why put this act on anyway? What does she gain from it?
“Did you feel anything after what she had to say to you?” Warrose probes, dropping his fork on the table.
I wish I could say no.
I felt…everything.
Every emotion known to man, and some unidentifiable ones. Saying I died in her arms? The devastation welling in her eyes? It made my chest grow tight. It sucked the air out of my lungs. What kind of manipulation tactic is that? And why did it cut my heart open?
“Anger,” I respond.
“Pfft.” Niles rolls his eyes. “It was more than that. We all saw your face.”
I keep my burning stare fixed on my food. Why do we have to talk about her at all? I should be focusing on our escape. But that demon’s face captivates my thoughts like a plague cast down to punish me.
Warrose clears his throat, raising his brows at something over my shoulder. I turn around to look and immediately regret it. My heart races as I follow the tall blonde with dazzling green eyes walking into the commissary.
I blow out an annoyed breath.
“Relax,” Warrose growls.
How can I? The bane of my fucking existence is locked away in close proximity to me. I can’t escape her destructive presence. I can’t get rid of this evil entity.
And to make matters worse, Kane’s brother walks up behind her, placing a hand on her back as he whispers in her ear. The demon listens intently, nodding her head as he speaks.
I narrow my eyes as I catch the way his breath brushes over her golden hair. Why is he that close? Why does he have his hand on her lower back?
An emotion I’ve never felt around the demon surfaces, blasting through my senses like radiation poisoning. I ball my hands into tight fists until my fingers go numb. My stomach burns, flips, and ties into a knot. What the fuck is wrong with me?
You’re jealous, Kane says in disbelief.
“No, I am not.”
Did I say that out loud?
