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She doesn't shudder at my voice, but it's like her shoulders drop. In relief? In resignation?
She turns around, and my eyes widen at her appearance. Her skin is pale, like every bit of life has been drained from her body. Beneath her eyes are rimmed in red, almost purple in color.
"It won't stop," she breathes.
My head cocks to the side. "What won't stop?"
"Th-the voices. The lights. The whispers. So many whispers. You don't hear them, do you?"
I chew on my bottom lip, wondering how far the noises go in her head. We all hear stuff in this town. We all experience the dead here. But it doesn't make people go crazy. At least, not like this.
"The dead don't sleep, Vera. Not here. Not in Castle Pointe."
She squeezes her eyes shut, frustration lining her forehead. "You don't get it. You don't…" She lets out a growl, her hands turning to fists at her sides, her knuckles turning as white as her face. "Why would you put me in that place? Why would you do that to me? You have no idea the shit I saw. The things I went through!” Her voice is loud as it echoes into the night.
I blink. "It was a lesson. You needed to be knocked off your throne, little sister. You have no crown here."
Angry tears flood her eyes, and she wipes them away with the heel of her palm before they can fall. "You had no right." Looking up at me, her eyes darken in fury. She brings her palms up and presses them against my chest, giving the strongest shove she can. I barely move, her small body not a threat to me, but her anger burns through my leather jacket and my shirt, imprinting on my skin.
"I hate you," she growls, swiping at my skin with her nails. They drag down my neck, and I whip my hand out, curling my fingers around her wrists and spinning her around, until her back hits my front. I pin her arms against her chest, so they lay trapped like she's in a straitjacket.
"I really hate you, too. My body boils when your body touches mine. My insides literally turn to flames the moment our skin touches. I can't stand your voice. I can't stand your face. I can't stand the way your pussy wept against my knife. I want nothing more than to bury you in that cemetery and never have to think of you again," I growl. Her body melts into mine with each word. By the end of my rant, she is boneless in my arms, and her back trembles along my front.
"Don't you see them?" Her head is tilted toward the ground, but her eyes stare into the forest. Haunted.
Hesitantly, I glance up, seeing black trees and heavy fog in between. No bodies. No dead. Nothing.
"Where?" I whisper.
"E-everywhere. There are h-hundreds, and they're all staring at m-me." She curls into me further, as if I can for once be her protector, instead of her punisher.
I spin her around, gripping her shoulders and squeezing tight. Glaring into her eyes, I say between clenched teeth. "Vera, there is no one there. No one."
Her hands reach up and grip my shirt, pulling, clenching, twisting as she shakes her head. "No. No. They are there. I promise you. I'm not going crazy." She begins twisting her head to look over her shoulder and back out into the forest. I grab her chin, keeping her staring at me.
"No one."
She pulls me closer, raising up on her tip toes. Her eyes are wild, light and dark. Burning and chilling. Glassy but foggy. "Help me," she whispers on a shaky breath, her lips brushing against my cheek. Her voice begs for help, pleads for safety within me.
My hand goes around her back, threading in her messy hair. Pulling my fingers tight, I crank her head back until she stares up at me, right in my eyes. Her watery, hopeless, blue eyes looking for any kind of salvation I may be able to give her.
I can't provide salvation. All I can give her is ruin.
I bend down, sinking my lips against hers. It feels like the wind whips up around me, curling around my ankles and blowing against our bodies. Sinking us together and pulling us apart at the same time. I'm useless, a mindless soul as I inhale Vera's every breath as my own. I want to bite down, sink my teeth into her skin until her flesh breaks. I want to drain her blood and leave her emptied on my lawn. Let the spirits do with her that they wish.
But I can't. All I can do is ravage her mouth. Take her tongue and taste the lingering tobacco. Scrape my teeth against her lips and swell them until there's a bite of pain.
I never want to stop. I want to stop. I don't know what I want.
Pulling back, I glare down at her. Hating her very existence.
"Go inside, Vera. You officially survived another day in Castle Pointe," I murmur, still tasting her flavor on my tongue.
She looks up at me in wonder, which quickly turns to distaste with my words.
And oddly, she looks a bit hurt.
"I hate you," she whispers, stomping around me with her bare feet, walking into the house and slamming the door behind her.
