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Damien must have realized it too. “Wait, Cas, stop. Don’t move.”
My eyes dropped to the floor. The iridescent oily liquid shined beneath our feet. An oily ground was to be expected for a metal shop that dismantled cars for scrap. However, the liquid that pooled on the ground beneath us wasn’t oil, and I stopped breathing as the smell of gasoline filled my nose. My eyes followed the trail of liquid as it split and wound in various trails and directions all around us.
It wasn’t residual. It had been put there intentionally.
Damien grabbed my hand. “Get out of here,now.”
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Damien’s hand clutched mine as he led me in a rush to escape. The splash of the gasoline beneath our feet terrified me.
“Slow down Damien, I can’t—” My heart pounded, and my feet struggled to keep up with his pace.
The shop was huge, housing countless shells and dismantled frames of vehicles, stacked upon each other. An endless supply of old oil and gasoline barrels lay stacked against a far wall, and other various tools or junk were scattered around us. The exit was visible at the far end of the shop, and I feared we wouldn’t get there fast enough.
My heart sank as two men came into view, blocking our paths, followed closely by Marcus.
Damien ripped one of his knives from his leathers, releasing my hand and he lunged into the two closest men without hesitation. He swung the blade at one, narrowly grazing his cheek. Blood oozed from the cut as Damien swung with his other fist to punch him in the face. One of the guys caught his arm, blocking the blow.
My feet didn’t stop. Acting before I could think, I rushed past Damien, eyes locked on Marcus, my dagger clenched in my hand.
Sink it into his flesh.
I stopped moments before I did just that, as if I’d fallen into a trance. The voice rippled in the depths of my subconscious, releasing a slow trickle of noxious intentions that were beginning to consume me again.
No, this wasn’t me! In my hesitation, Marcus kicked me to the side. The concrete bruised me as I fell, and I groaned as I slid to a stop.
“Cas!” Damien barked, preoccupied with the other two. He tried to come to my aid, but the moment he took his eyes off them, they took advantage of it.
“I’m fine!” I called out, pushing myself to my feet to meet Marcus as he approached.
Marcus’ cruel eyes met mine, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Now where do you two think you’re going? The fun’s just getting started.”
My skin heated. Fun? This was all fun to him? All the pain he caused me, all the suffering. Tears dotted my eyes, and I cried out as I lashed at him, swinging my dagger against him. I no longer kept track of what was going on around me, didn’t care to know. All I could see was Marcus, my vision a tunnel of rage and hate. Everything Damien had taught me surged, guiding my movements.
Make him hurt.
Marcus slipped once, and my fist slammed into his face, everything that I had left concentrated into that one blow. He fell back against a stack of cars, sliding to the floor. I gasped for air, and my voice was a growl as I approached him. “What did you do to me?”
He lifted his head, out of breath from our fight. His brows rose, and that smile crept back across his face. “Oh? Do you hear it?”
It? I stormed faster up to him, grabbing a handful of his hair, shoving his head back into the metal of the frame at his back. I pressed my dagger to his throat. My chest heaved as I struggled to inhale oxygen, and I was beginning to lose hold of myself.
“I was wondering why it got so quiet after I had you in that cell,” He whispered, smiling up at me. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
I swallowed, chest heaving as I resisted the urge to slam my fist into his face again and again. “What are you talking about?”
His voice was low so that only I could hear, blood dripping from his busted nose. “To give into the urges... Put that dagger to use little songbird. You know you want to. Give into it.”
“No!” I yelled, my hand trembling at the handle of my dagger, though I wanted so badly to slit his throat.
Do it.
“No! Get out of my head!” I groaned, clenching my eyes shut.
Marcus laughed lowly, the guttural sound reverberating from his throat. I gritted my teeth, looking back to him as I dropped my knife, clenching my fist before slugging him across the face.
“That’s right, let it out. Embrace it.” Blood coated his mouth more and more with each blow, but still he smiled, eyes crazed as he watched me. I raised my fist again, the collar of his shirt clenched firmly in my other hand, my body jerking and tensing.
