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“She’s back there,” the same male barked. His voice had changed now, somehow lighter and less terrifying, though I still had no intentions on befriending the guy.
“Thank you, gentleman.”
No.
My blood ran cold.
I knew that voice. I knew that voice really fucking well.
Before I could control myself, I was stumbling backward, half-falling away from the door and backing up until I was pressed against the wall once more.
My boot crunched over broken glass. I bent down and picked up the largest shard I could find.
Fear.
It was the one thing I never wanted to feel again, and the one thing that paralyzed me in that very moment.
Each click of the high heels against the floor sent another life-chilling roar of instincts through my veins, screaming at me to run.
To fight.
To save myself.
But like all the other times in my life, I had nowhere to go.
She was coming, whether I liked it or not.
The click of the shoes on the floor grew louder and louder as she took her time walking down the hallway. It was as if she wanted to torture me, wanted to inflict the most anticipation on her entrance.
The doorknob twisted.
I squeezed the shard of glass tighter until I was sure blood began to pool in my palm, holding it in front of me as if that would help anything at all.
The door pushed open.
“Hello, daughter.”
CHAPTER 9
Lyra
There were times in my life where I went months without seeing Theia. She never seemed to change that much, always reappearing after the time she spent away looking picture-perfect.
Her long, shining hair reflected the dim light that filtered into the room. Her all-white suit didn’t seem to have a single speck of dirt on it, even in the filthy, abandoned house I had been dragged to. My new cage, it seemed.
Her skin was free from any wrinkles, her red lipstick perfectly placed on that crisp mouth.
Always flawless.
I think that was one of the reasons I had grown to hate Theia so much. She was the picture of perfection, yet she caused so much pain. Anyone else would look at Theia and trust her. Why wouldn’t they? That warm smile, that deceivingly kind voice.
Theia was a predator in the body of an angel.
That may have been her most terrifying feature.
“You had me kidnapped?” I breathed. “We’re doing this again?”
Theia stood there in the doorway, staring at me with her arms crossed and her designer purse hanging from her elbow.
