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“He didn’t think you’d be so ruthless,” Hex says. “He appreciates the irony of this situation. He likes the idea of hurting me by possessing you, but you can’t give him what I can. You can’t see the ghosts.”
“So what?” I laugh cruelly. “When you have my body, curse Hex. He’ll be a much more useful soldier to you than I ever could be. The ghosts will trust him, and it will really be him they’re trusting. Or at least that’s what they’ll believe. But you’ll be able to use him to do your bidding. You can have everything you want. My soul is of no use to you.”
I feel the chill sweeping over my arms, and I feel a cold, wet pressure against my neck.
“I told you not to touch her,” Hex yells wildly. He looks like a caged animal ready to break free. “I don’t care, I’ll fucking end you!” he screams, clearly responding to something Anderson has said.
The pressure leaves, and I feel my bindings come undone.
“I’m not going to do that,” Hex whispers lowly, desperately.
I feel the pressure around my neck again, more forceful this time. It hurts.
“Stop!” Hex screams. “Fine. Start the ritual,” he says, his voice resigned.
Vanessa smiles and walks toward me, placing a green stone in my now free hand.
“You said you’d let her soul go, you fucking bastard!” Hex screams, thrashing desperately against his bindings. “Don’t trap her in there!”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
Fear courses through my body as Hex’s words break through my consciousness. Anderson is going to take my body and trap my soul. He won’t let my soul go. My heart sinks, and tears fall from my eyes. It’s better than the alternative of watching him steal Hex’s body. I hate Anderson Grey, without ever setting eyes on him.
The weird man approaches and puts his hand on my forehead, chanting once more. The pain resumes, and I know he’s ripping my soul from my body for the second time. He’ll send me to that dark place. At least Hex is safe. Before I’m trapped again, I have to tell him how I feel.
I push past the pain searing in my head and the pressure around my waist. My senses are overwhelmed, and every cell screams to die, but I can’t let go until he knows.
“I’m sorry, Hex,” I cry out in a strangled voice. “ It was all a trick, I didn’t mean a word of it. I love you. I—”
The woman glares at me and stuffs the gag back into my mouth. I can feel the pressure move from my waist to my neck. It squeezes me hard, trying to incapacitate me, but he won’t get the satisfaction.
“You stupid bitch,” Vanessa seethes. “The ritual has begun, we can’t stop now. But my master will punish your soul now. You’re going straight to hell, you liar.”
She didn’t secure the gag, though, so I spit it out at her with all the force I can. She rears back, clutching at her face where the gag hit her.
“I’ll see you there, bitch.” I kick her with all my strength. She falls back and hits her head. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” I scream at her. “I hope all the souls you’ve hurt spend an eternity torturing you.
The pressure around my neck tightens, but I force my head back quickly, hoping to inflict some pain on Anderson. He forgets that I was in his position. He can feel me more sharply than I can feel him. I hit against something relatively solid, and then it’s gone. The pressure releases immediately and I scramble out of the chair, to Hex.
“Where is he?” I ask, desperately pulling at the buckle around his neck.
My hands shake as I fumble with the tethers. The ties around my wrists were easy to loosen, they must have thought I wouldn’t have the strength to escape. But with every passing second, what little strength I do have wanes. I ritual is working. I don’t have much time, Anderson will overtake me soon, whether physically or spiritually. I quickly undo one of the wrist tethers when Hex shouts.
“He’s behind you,” Hex warns urgently.
I turn on my heel to face Anderson’s spirit. I point at him harshly, though I can’t see him. “You can’t hurt this body,” I remind him. “Your little minion said it. The ritual has already started. If you kill me, you’ll have nowhere to go.”
“Duck,” Hex yells, and I do.
I feel something hard roll over me, and Hex cries out in pain.
“You stupid fucker.” Hex laughs, using the one hand I’d managed to free to grab at something I can’t see. He must be holding on to Anderson. I hope the bastard feels the pain down to his toes.
I try to get up so I can unbuckle the rest of Hex’s restraints, but Vanessa comes up behind me and pulls at my hair, dragging me back. I cry out in pain and desperately thrash against her. With every passing second, my soul gets further and further away from my body. I have to fight as long as I can to stay in my body.
Through my stinging eyes, I see Hex rearing back and blocking his face. Anderson must have managed to get out of his grasp. With only one hand free, Hex is defenseless. I watch with horror as the knife Vanessa dropped earlier floats in the air. It nears Hex, who tries to dodge it, but he can only do so much. He grabs at something and manages to keep the knife away with some effort.
The knife pulls back sharply. Anderson intends to stab him. Hex doesn’t react quickly enough, and I see him staring up in horror. He knows he’s going to die. The last thing I’m going to see before my soul gets trapped is Hex getting murdered. I scream out in anguish, begging for Anderson to stop.
