Page 31 of Heartless Souls


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“And there’s a waiting list for that, you don’t get to just climb your way to the top of the list.” Talon’s spine stiffens as he faces off with Noose, ready for whatever the fuck this man will say or do in retaliation. But to both of our surprise, he shakes his head in disappointment, like he knew exactly what he would be told.

As his eyes settle on mine once more, I feel the magic bubbling beneath the surface of his almost-calm exterior. “Wrong answer, Furies. Wrong. Fucking. Answer.”

With a snap of his fingers, he disappears. I quickly close my eyes and snap my own fingers, working in my mind for a moment as I reinforce the protective forcefield that sits around the building. Letting him in by choice is one thing, letting the motherfucker slip back in unannounced is another.

When I’m satisfied with the magic around us, I finally blink my eyes open to find Talon leaning back on the desk, legs crossed at the ankle with his arms folded over his chest.

“I’m not happy with any of this.” He’s blunt and straight to the point with the exact same thoughts as me.

I nod in agreement as I rebutton my blazer jacket. “Their time is coming, Talon. We just have to keep monitoring them. They’re going to slip up and then we can put an end to them once and for all.”

My words are a poor attempt at soothing him, and the scoff I get in response tells me exactly how shit I was at it.

“It does beg the question though, where the fuck did that mark come from?” Our eyes both travel to the marked flesh that remains on the table. I crinkle my nose as I take in the circular mark with a flame inside it.

The only thing that gives it away as a counterfeit is the fact that the top flicker of ember is pointing to the right instead of the left. Whoever is playing this game is doing a good job of it.

“You’re right.” I sigh, swiping a hand down my face. “Just another thing to add to our ever-growing to-do list,” I grumble, annoyed by the inconvenience of the entire thing. It’s not like we have simple office jobs. It’s bloody, it’s deadly, and it’s exhausting.

“We should probably head home for now and check on Malik.” My brows knit together as I look at my brother in confusion.

“Not Harmonia?” I ask, my body tensing at the sound of her name on my lips, and Talon chuckles.

“No way. She’s going to be the one giving him hell for tearing her away from here at the first sign of danger. He’s going to need the support when we get back.” His statement rings so true it makes me smother a smirk in response.

At least she didn’t actually put up a fight while here and went with him immediately. The last thing we need on top of all this is Harmonia being difficult.

“Let’s go then.” At my words we both snap our fingers and in the next moment, our home comes into view. My eyes drift to the view our location offers us through the back window, but I force myself to seek out Malik and Harmonia.

I notice a bottle of water sitting on the table, barely touched, but otherwise I don’t see anything that indicates they were even here. There isn’t even the sound of anger lashing out, no slamming doors… nothing.

Odd.

“Do you think he got mad at her and locked her upstairs or something?” Talon says with a grin, and I shrug, waving my hand toward the door for him to lead the way.

We both take the steps two at a time and when we reach the top I notice Malik’s door slightly ajar. Talon’s assessment can’t be true if that’s the case. He would never opt to lock her in one of our rooms instead of his own when we’re not here.

“Maybe he put her in the basement,” I offer, but Talon is already moving toward Malik’s bedroom. I roll my eyes as I move after him, taking my time until I watch the shock and surprise wash over his features as he pushes the door to the room open.

What is it?

I barely have time to think it, let alone ask it out loud before I see exactly what has caught his attention.

My chest clenches and my breath stutters as I watch the pair of them sleeping. It’s not a casual lunch time nap though. No.

Their clothes are tossed all over the floor and their naked limbs are curled around one another. My heart rate quickens as I take an unconscious step into the room, the rich smell of sex surrounding me as neither of them stir.

“No. Fucking. Way,” Talon whispers as I catch a glimpse of Harmonia’s nipple pressed up against Malik’s chest.

My gut tells me they’ve sealed souls, I can sense it in my heart, and I don’t know how to feel about it. My mind is crazy with a thousand different thoughts, unable to settle on just one as I turn on the spot and storm from the room.

Motherfucker.

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