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“Christy,” Jakub utters and despite his cock tenting his pants, he remains fearful. Terrified even.

“Don’t be afraid,” I whisper and with a deep, calming breath, I remove my ballet slippers, skirt and knickers until I’m completely naked before them.

Now I’m utterly vulnerable as I bare myself to them. They’ve all seen me naked before, but this is different. I’m no longer harbouring any ill will towards them. I don’t wish them dead. I don’t want to hurt them like they hurt me in the past. I don’t want to perpetuate cruelty and hate. I want to put aside all of the wrongs and make this right. Fate has woven our story, the threads of our pasts pulling us closer and closer together, stitching together old wounds, new ones and healing our hurts. We’re bound, the Masks and I. It’s an undeniable truth that I have no desire to fight against.

For a moment I just stand with my hands hanging loosely at my sides, a deep sense of rightness filling me. Beyond the night of the masquerade ball, I’ve no idea how this is all going to play out. I’ve had no more visions, there aren't any further letters from my mother. Right now the future is unknown.

As it should be.

Taking a step towards Jakub, my flesh pricks with goosebumps, my nipples puckering under their combined attention; the devil, the monster and the demon.

The angel, the man and the boy.

“When?” he whispers, his head ducking to meet my hand, his eyes pressing closed as I gently run my fingers over his face. I know what he’s asking me: when did I stop hating them? I answer as truthfully as I can.

“When you saved my life,” I say, catching Leon’s eye as I brush my fingers over his hand. “When you fought your monster for me,” I add, flicking my gaze to Konrad and giving him a warm smile before meeting Jakub’s gaze. “When your soul cried out to mine for help.”

“You’re ours,” Jakub whispers possessively.

“No, Jakub, you’remine,” I reply, and with that truth the last wall between us crumbles to dust.

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