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“Sparrow? Sparrow!” Faye yanked viciously against his hold, screaming, “What did you do to her!”
The man splayed his fingers wide, and the little blonde collapsed in a heap.
Faye fell to her knees, reaching for her sister. “Sparrow! Sparrow!” Her fingertips inches from her.
The man canted his head at her a fraction. “Why do you not use your power?” His free hand slid to her wrist, pulling her hand up. “Where is your shard?”
Faye twisted in his hold, desperate to reach her sister.
Vashien materialized across the spring. He paled as his mouth went slack.
“Sparrow,” Vash said in a desperate whisper.
Faye met his gaze. The anguished shadows in his eyes cut into her heart. This was her fault. She mouthed,I’m sorry.
He took a shaking breath, and his eyes hardened as he focused on the man. A long wicked looking curved blade appeared in his hand. He lunged over the pool with a hard beat of his wings, charging them.
Faye’s vision blackened and Sparrow faded.
Her clearing once filled with lush grass and pebbled rocks was replaced with a wide hallway. Faye’s heart hammered too hard as tall gray stones rose up like a prison cell all around her.
She couldn’t breathe as the colorless walls closed in, trapping her with the man that murdered her sister.
Chapter nine
Painshotthroughhershoulder as Faye was hauled from the ground. Her feet dragged along the gray stones as she dangled from his forceful hand, staring at the space her sister once occupied. Silent tears slipped from her unblinking eyes. She felt as though she’d been gutted and hollowed out.
The man exhaled when she didn’t bother to get her legs under her. “Stand up.”
Faye closed her eyes, tuning her captor out. Sparrow had been so sure she would be immortal since they were girls. As certain as she was, she would carry dark shards. He jostled her, but Faye hung limp. She couldn’t bring herself to care about anything.
Dizziness overtook her, and Faye opened her eyes. The gray stoned hall refocused to reveal a lavish room. Faye was falling the next moment, and she landed hard as she took a small narrow table with her. Pens and loose pages scattered around her, but it was the letter opener that caught her attention.
Faye fisted her newly found weapon and swung at him straight armed, driving several inches of it into his thigh.
He didn’t scream like she expected. He exhaled, glancing at her hand still holding the handle. Faye’s weapon slipped from her hand as he stepped back out of her reach. He pulled the inches of metal from his leg, letting the letter opener fall and bounce on the thick carpet, staining the plush fibers red. Just like Sparrow had been before they vanished. Discarded and alone.
He strolled out of the room, glancing back at her over his shoulder. Black flooded through his gaze and cleared a moment later. Turning away from her, he closed the door behind him. A moment later, a black light flashed over the double doors and faded.
Faye sobbed and curled forward, hugging her knees. Her body shook with each short shuddering breath. Her pride had costed her. She played with fire, but it was her sister who was burned. Her hatred for dark-bloods made her lose the person she loved most. How long would it take for her to share the same fate? Hugging her knees tighter, she tried to push the image out of her mind. Her sister was dead, and she was a pet. Faye’s gaze fell to the letter opener once more.
Crawling forward to retrieve it, she twirled it. The blood staining the silver ran on either side and dripped over the carpet until it gleamed.
Pain would be better than the guilt that ate her. Sparrow crumpled on the ground was a sight that wouldn’t leave her mind. Vash’s look of anguish. All because she was proud and wanted to prove dark-bloods weren’t better than her because they carried a shard.
Faye gripped her makeshift knife in both hands, the tip pointed at her neck. Sparrow would be waiting for her in Hell, and they could return to the Darkness together.
Why are you so boring? Make him pay, bitch.
The dull blade slipped from her hands as Sparrow’s voice circled her mind. Her tears came faster, obstructing her vision.
“Hooker?” Faye said aloud, anxious for her sister’s reply.
Minutes passed, and Faye’s brush of hope distilled her despair into something darker and broken. She wasn’t sure how long she cried before she curled on her side, or how much time passed until she had no tears left to shed. Faye’s head pounded, her eyes were swollen and aching until she noticed a pair of weighty-looking metal candle holders the length of her forearm.Make him pay.
Faye got to her feet, picking the closer of the two. She tossed the candle on the floor, taking a practice swing to test its weight. Satisfied, she wiped her face. “Let’s go fuck his life, hooker.”
Faye approached the fancy, dark-blood double doors. The black light flickered, stopping her from touching the door handle. Faye pushed harder, and thin glowing purple cracks began spiderwebbing away from her.
