Page 14 of Fate of a Faux


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London’s eyes are dead as they stare into mine. No sign of the fire or sass I came to crave. To fucking need. No sign of anything.

She's void, a hollow bag of brittle bones.

A broken little doll.

Just as she deserves.

Acid coats my insides, but I welcome the sting.

I'll let it eat me whole, if it takes with it the appetite for the one thing my body swears I want but refuse to have.

I bend down, locking my limbs when they dare to shake in anger, dare to reach for her. To fix what’s broken.

I lose the battle, and my fingers skate along her temple, tugging her hair from where it sticks to the blood along her head and brushing it back.

Her eyes close, likely by accident, and the sight does something to me. So, I force the tip of my claws from my fingers and let them scrape along her skin.

Three small droplets of blood appear, and I wait for her to wince. To shout and cry in pain, but she does neither.

She does nothing.

I glare at her, slowly pushing to my feet. “If this is your cry for attention, you wasted perfectly good blood, little doll.” I look to Legend and then Silver. “You should have left her to die.”

And then I walk away, but not before I hear her voice.

It invades my mind, and without anyone able to see, I close my eyes to listen.

“Told ya,” she rasps.

My best friend scoffs a laugh and I want to tear his tongue out.

I want to choke the life from her. How dare she speak to him like they’re friends, but not react to me. She has to be burning on the inside, like I am.

Waking in cold sweats.

Searching the dark corners of her nightmares.

Or maybe not.

Maybe this is just on me.

The fates testing my strength.

They took our King. Our father.

Maybe they will take her next.

My knees buckle at the thought, and I catch myself on the table before falling to the floor like a bitch.

I hate her.

I hate what she’s done to me.

I hate what the truth has done to us.

Growling, I tear through the doors and wait for my brothers to step through. The moment they do, I set in on Legend.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” I boom, throwing a barrier spell up so she can’t listen in like the snake she is. I step toward Legend. “You bring her here?! This is a fucking sanctuary forRoyals. The place where not even our most trusted are to be allowed and you let in a bitch who murdered one of us?! Who's to say she's not responsible for Dad’s death too?”

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