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Those words hit her, as surely as the sound of the warehouse doors slamming open and the sound of her mother’s voice. “Oye, no!”
“What are you doing?! No, don’t!” Nathan’s frantic screech followed her into the abyss.
When next she opened her eyes her mother was 6ft under, and she was alive.
Her hunger for love had damned her mother.
She was now left with nothing but ashes and the bitter smell of a hospital.
Something clattered behind her, and she jumped out of her memories. She looked at the wall to find her blood smeared on it. She glanced down at her knuckles, the wounds sealing with metal.
Dry eyed, she nodded.
Everyone was allowed to have a moment of weakness, but she had enough of them. She had to move on, she had a plan of action. Clearly, she couldn’t trust Castian, no, Lancelot was his real name. She couldn’t trust him to follow the plan. She pulled her cell phone out and sent a text not only to Lanias but Sabina as well.
Like she had said, she was done with games. Asher needed to be captured, and if there were victims in the underground, they would deal with those as well. The humans couldn’t argue if there was proof that the warlocks had been doing illegal business
She wasn’t going to lose this chance at finding Eliza and the others.
With that settled, she returned to their shared room only to find that Castian wasn’t there. Which was a good thing, she wasn’t yet comfortable with facing him. Taking his absence as a good sign, she looked at the clock on the wall. It was time to get ready for dinner.
BROKEN TRUST
CASTIAN
He’d watched her leave because there was nothing he could say for himself.
He chose himself over the victims who floated in vials, he’d put his own desires over those who’d never had a choice. There was no way that Oye wouldn’t look at him with disgust. She clearly didn’t trust him or the Jackals and he’d just proven to her she was right to distrust him.
He stared at the floor in silence. He’d gotten so caught up in the fact that he’d regained his magic and appearance, that he’d naturally expected everything else to fall into place. He’d been so stupid.
The glass behind him shattered from his anger, and the alarm sounded before he cut it off.
Still, Oye didn’t know what he’d gone through. She knew nothing about the years where only his burning need for revenge kept him from descending completely into madness. She couldn’t know the pain of searching for one damn human face in a crowd of thousands.
Her dreams weren’t haunted with the faces of the women who’d been unearthed in the back of the house. Women he couldn’t name but were now tied to him in death. The knowledge that his arrogance had placed his family name and honor into the hands of his murderous brother.
If he could go back, he’d make the same choice.
He’d choose himself first.
Hadn’t he done enough? Every time he’d killed someone he told himself, just one more, just one more time before he’d gain his freedom.
And she expected him to turn his back on it.
“Fuck.”
He lifted his head, staring at the ceiling. Seeing not his great triumph but the cold eyes of Oye holding nothing but hurt. “Shit, don’t look at me like that.”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “You don’t understand.”
Her gaze didn’t fade away as they filled with loathing.
Castian just needed her to know he’d done his best. He’d done everything he could but…Even knew in the grand scheme of things it didn’t matter. Castian had acted out of his own selfish desire, just like his brother.
“I tried my best,” he whispered to no one.
His stomach turned and he ran to the bathroom falling to his knees by the toilet, he let the contents of his stomach rush up and out. Vomiting, he coughed as he released a shuddering breath as he leaned back wiping his mouth with the back of his hands. Moving himself, he sat with his back pressed against the wall.
