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I squeeze her shoulders in my hands and watch as she blinks up at me, tears clearin’ from her eyes as she battles back her pain and her delirium. I glance at the arm in question, hatin’ it and hatin’ her. Hating the fuckin’ Trash City scum that shot ‘her. Hatin’ the words comin’ out of her mouth that have no provenance I can make sense of.Can’t be an accident.Can’t be a fuckin’ coincidence that she’s here, talkin’ shit about palindromes without knowin’ that Noon was my sister.
She looks at me for a long time, her face sunken in a way it’s usually not. I look over her freckled cheeks, wondering how there could be so many freckles on a single face, wondering how her lips could be so full and fucking kissable. She bats her eyelashes. They’re a darker red than her hair and glossy with unspent tears, with death creepin’ nearer and nearer.
She’s a fuckin’ spy, traitor, here to kill me. Somethin’. I can’t let this vulnerability get to me any more than it already has.
“What?” She blinks again and again and her hands reach for me, but I don’t let ‘er touch my chest, my heart. That’s what she’s reachin’ for, to gouge it out with her nails. The fuckin’ witch. “I…” She swallows and glances around, managing to look lost in a way that makes my stomach muscles squeeze together and my stupid heart kick.
“How the fuck do you know my sister’s name?”
Her pupils contract, becoming impossibly small in the forest brown of her irises. Her brown skin turns white in the cheeks, making her eyes look like she’s been socked good a couple times. Would likely be one of the lesser injuries she’s gotten out here.Pull her close.No. I’ve survived hell. I’m not gonna let this little fuckin’ Omega be the death of me.I refuse to allow the Fates to be right a second time.
She looks between my eyes, but I don’t move. I’m not givin’ her an out from this.
“Noon? Your sister’s called Noon?”
“Omega!” I roar and my attempt at calm is shattered. I lash out and grab her by the throat. I hold her tight, watch her struggle. “Tell me who you’re workin’ for and I promise, it won’t hurt.”
“Hurt…the cave…what?” She squeezes her eyes together, shakes her head and grabs onto my wrists. She’s fightin’ because she’s too stupid to ever let go.Too fuckin’ brave. Too fuckin’ righteous. If she’s been playin’ me this whole time, I don’t know what I’m gonna do about it. She’s gonna turn my whole world upside down and I might not survive it.
My instincts are all I got. They’re all that’s kept me alive. That and my resilience to pain, my size and my brutality. And my want. I’ve wanted her so fuckin’ bad since the Fates first told me about the red-haired witch I’d give my life for. But I’m not givin’ it if she’s gonna take it from me like this. Like a fuckin’ coward.
“You a coward?”
Her eyes clear in a sudden burst of lucidity and she karate chops her arm down against my wrist, not hard enough to dislodge my hold, but hard enough for her other arm to rebel against the bindings holding it to her chest and make me worry.
“Don’t move your fuckin’…”
“I’m not a coward! You’re a coward. You’re a big, ugly, stupid coward. I don’t know your sister. I don’t know you. I don’t know the man in the c… I…” She rears back like I slapped her and looks over her shoulder so quickly, it’s like she was called. “Do you hear…”
“Echo, I’m not fuckin’ dealin’ with this shit.” I exhale in a rush and rub my hand down my face. “Need a fuckin’ minute.” I turn away from her and start to crunch my way through the forest. I need to breathe — and not air stained with her scent, either. I need real fuckin’ oxygen. None of that dripping cunt-scented crap that makes me wanna do real bad shit to her and even worse shit for her.
“You know I’m…I’m not going to be here when you get back,” she shouts after me.
I throw my head back and cackle. “Run and it’ll hurt worse than the first time I caught you.”
Don’t turn around, don’t turn around, don’t turn around.
“I…I only have one other arm and one other leg for you to rip off. You can…have them,” she slurs. “I’m gonna die in Paradise Hole and it’ll be thanks to you.”
I turn around and advance on her, moving until her nose is pressed up against my chest and I’m practically shoutin’ down at the top of her rat’s nest. Sure there’s shit livin’ in her hair by now. “Not gonna die here, Echo, but you will in a Dark City cell if you don’t give me what I need. How’d you think a’ that name? Not a common one. I wanna know. Don’t fuckin’ test me. I’ve got ways to get the truth outta ya.”
“Yeah, like ordering me around like acoward?”
“Nah. Don’t need to be a Berserker to bring you to heel. Already own you.”
“You don’t own…”
I grab the front of her sweatshirt with one hand and shove my other down the front of her pants. I push through her thick nest of curls, find her lips, as soft as two petals, and shove two fingers into her tight cunt.
She makes a choking sound in the back of her throat and grabs my wrist. She pushes me away, but when I curl my fingers and gently, so fuckin’ gently, pulse them inside of her, she shakes violently and curls in on herself, collapsing against my chest.
“Could drive you into heat with my fingers alone and still stay standing on the other side of it. Could drive you into heat and leave you hurtin’. Could do it over and over.”
“Stop…” she chokes. “Stop it.”
I start to pull my hand back but she squeezes my arm. “Just a little higher,” she whines in a voice so high-pitched only my Berserker and the dogs can hear it. “Don’t…”
“Gonna purr for me, Omega?” I whisper against her ear.
