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“Then I can make you, but I think we would rather not go to those extremes just yet.” He tossed the hanger on the bed as his brow lifted, curious about what I’d do next.
“Dustin wasn’t able to make me do anything. What makes you think your charms will work on me?”
I watched as his eyes deepened into a blue so pale it was white as he tore into his lower lip with his teeth. “I would love to feel you fight it, but there really is no use. If you were a full angel, it would be useless for me to try, but that pesky human part of you can only resist so much. I’m willing to try to test it if you’re not going to be cooperative. I might even enjoy watching you put up a fight.” His eyes squinted in scrutiny of me as if he was curious about how my thought process worked. He almost wanted me to refuse to wear the dress, but I knew better than to test him. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would bluff, and oddly, I could still feel the anger stirring inside him. Inside me. Like I was feeling all his emotions.
“I’ll wear it,” I growled back at him, his eyes almost depressed angrily at my willingness to oblige.
A sound echoed from down the hall, tearing his concentrationfrom me. It was like someone was huffing out of breath, causing a disturbance that made all the guards at the door turn toward it. Without saying another word, Azrael slammed the door shut. I practically heaved forward, peering into the peephole to see what might have been happening on the other end.
My ear tried to press as close to the door as I could, and when I saw the same ancient that had killed Sasha and Stephan fall into the arms of my kidnapper, my eyes widened.
He was here. Close enough to kill me. And that thought crippled me almost.
“Brother.” The ancient cried, clasping his head with a single hand, the other missing, though I hadn’t remembered him being one-armed before. That hardly seemed like a detail that I would have forgotten.
“What happened to you?” Azrael patted his brother’s missing arm.
“The Ellisario Boy.”
Azrael stopped him, his eyes shifting to the door as if he knew I was listening, as if he could hear me breathing on the other end of it.
“Not here,” He said as they began to walk out of sight.
My lungs felt like they had been filled with lead as I collapsed onto the floor.
Had he killed Dustin? Had he killed Oliver? What about Tina? Were they okay?
And the realization that someone else might have died because of me began to consume me endlessly. It began to fill a knot in my stomach that came undone as I bolted into the bathroom, throwing up the little bit of food that I had consumed the past few days.
Without Tina, I had no one. Iwasno one.
And somehow, the idea of me being alone in this world felt worse than I could have anticipated. Let alone the guilt and shame for causing the annihilation of an entire family. The Ellisario family, to be exact.
Their blood was on my hands that shook violently as I looked down at them.
I could feel the tears streaming from my face when a loud bang echoed off the door, followed by the guards warning me to get ready as it immobilized me in fear.
For the first time since I had been brought into this supernatural world, I wouldn’t have anyone to save me. But more specifically, I wouldn’t have Dustin.
I wouldn’t have those pale, infuriating eyes taunting me. I wouldn’t be able to kiss those lips one last time. Or feel his chest rise and fall beneath my fingers.
And I hated that I didn’t savor those moments more. I hated that I pretended to hate every second of it when, in reality, I knew that I craved it—craved his touch. His breath. His everything.
And yet, I don’t know if it was out of hope or denial, but I couldn’t shake this feeling that there was a chance he might be alive. Like I could feel his heart beating in my own.
I shakily stood up from the bathroom floor and strolled toward the bed to look at what it was that I was supposed to be wearing. I could barely keep my hands from shaking as I lifted the dress out of the bag that it came in.
In the bag was a silver dress made of metallic sequence, shimmering as I unhooked it from the hanger. It had thin straps, cold to touch as the metal weighed the dress down. It had a low swoop down the front and an even lower dropdown the back, meaning it would open my entire back to cold air as if the touch of the metal wasn’t cold enough.
I tried to slide it over my body and shifted uncomfortably in it as best I could.
The front drooped so low that my bra stuck out wildly against it. And after taking my bra off to see what it looked like without, I couldn’t believe I would wear this. It hung down my chest deeply, my breasts spilling out of them without revealing the significant bits, though one wrong move and there was no telling what you might see.
The back was entirely skin, dropping just before my butt, an inch away from making me look like a plumber with their crack hanging out. And while the length was as long as my fingers, a single slit on both sides tore up my leg along my waist, revealing a hint of my underwear as I walked.
This wasn’t a dress but rather looked like an elaborate cover-up for a bathing suit. And as much as I hated it, I knew when to accept that I wouldn’t win. The idea of him forcing his charms on me wasn’t worth it. Especially knowing that I was all alone now.
It was as if the guards had been listening to me as the door opened, and the same tall man with red eyes stood in the doorway, peering at me with an empty sort of look like there was no one behind those eyes.
