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“Oh fuck. I made such an ass out of myself.”
“It wasn’t you.”
“But Chas.”
“Also knows it wasn’t you.”
Even in this dreamscape, I can't bear what I've done and the horrible things I said. “So, what was real?”
Thorn reached for me, and I let him touch my forehead. When he did, a flood of images poured over me. Moira at her shop, a fight between her and Chastity.
Chastity fought with Moira, and in turn, the evil bitch pulled up stakes and hid her shop in case I came for her.
“The extra power.”
Dream Thorn pulled away again, backing up as he continued. “When you showed up, the building connected with your power. It allowed her to access you through her mark on your hand.”
“Do I get to kill her now?”
“See? This is why we're keeping you unconscious. I'll let you wake when your Chastity has dampened your homicidal tendencies.”
I walked to the edge of the room we were standing in, only to find that he was telling the truth. There are no doors, no windows, and no cracks. Just white walls, floor, and ceiling. I'm trapped in a prison of his making.
“Ballsy of you to be in here with me, then.”
He leaned against a white wall in his white suit and smiled at me. “I think you may have forgotten who the monster is here.”
On anyone else, that suit would look ridiculous, but on him? He makes white look dirty in all the right ways.
“I believe in you, Elena.”
“Good, because I'm in control, and I want to fucking kill Moira. Or rather, killing her would be a great favor, considering what I want to do to her. Let me out, Thorn.”
He crooks a finger at me, summoning me to him. “Come here.”
Heart pounding, I comply, walking to him and stopping when we're nearly toe-to-toe. “Partner. Boss? Let me wake up. We have a witch to mutilate for pitting me against my friend. I am no one's weapon to wield.”
“That’s my girl.”
I tried to ignore the flutter in my stomach at those words and closed my eyes and when I open them, Thorn is looking at me with genuine concern.
“You good, kitten? Can I let you up?”
For a moment, I listen to what’s inside my head and what’s out of it. Chastity is close, just out of my line of sight, fussing in the kitchen. Outside, the sounds of people as they enjoy the nightlife float in on a gentle breeze.
“I’m fine. What did you do?”
Chastity pushed between us and hovered over me. “Stay still. I need to clear you.”
“I'm clear, Chas.”
She glared at me. “You will sit your tight ass down and do whatever the sweet hell I tell you because you almost got yourself killed by that evil woman, and I am not losing you, hear me?”
As tempted as I am to tease her about the bayou coming out of her with her temper, I held my tongue. I can't remember the last time I saw her this terrified, and never because of me.
“I’m sorry, Chas.”
“You’d better be. Because I am about to Kentucky fry that bitch and you know how much I abhor violence.”
