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Mortem.
Morte.
Dood.
Kuolema.
?
???
…
I go through each word, slowly calming myself enough to think straight.
Only to be enveloped in pure silence, the first I’ve experienced in a very long time.
And that’s when I realize that the screams have stopped.
Is it because I emptied the bottle’s contents?I wonder as I open my palm to stare at the object.
There’s still a little smear of purple left behind on the glass. It should be enough to link me to the soul on the death plane that offers me its torment.
“Those screams are power. Poor female. You can’t even appreciate what you have. You’re too weak. Too fragile. Toosweet. Let me take your burden, my new mate…”
The unwanted flashback hits my mind again, making me flinch.
Daithi O’Neely was the one to trap Fallon with her tormentor. His dark magic betrothed her to a monster, but Daithi wasn’t Fallon’s tormentor; he was mine.
Because he tookmeas his mate.
Without my permission. Without my consent.
Without a care as to what would happen to me when he pushed me into a state of unconsciousness and trapped me in my own mind.
But the body remembers what happened to it. My soul might have been inside a cage, but my mind and my flesh felt every touch and invasion.
He stuck me in a freezer and stuffed me with tubes. That was the only way to keep me subdued enough to make sure he was safe while he stole my power.
And my body seems intent on informing me of every horror I missed in my spiritual absence.
Daithi talked to me while I was unconscious and frozen.
While he petted me like a trophy.
While he thought I wouldn’t remember what he’d said and done as he’d forced a fake mate bond on me to steal my magic.
While he violated me.
“What has your eyes so haunted?” the man before me asks, banishing the nightmares just like he banished the screams as he cups my face.
I lean into his touch, my body reacting on instinct to my fated mate.
A jolt ofwrongnesslurches through my body.
I only ever knew that sensation from one male.
Daithi O’Neely.
