Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Steps thundered down the stairwell.
My eyes fluttered open, briefly catching on the slumped corpse before they darted down the hallway to the back door.
The door swung open and slammed against the wall. Nestore’s tall form loomed in the doorway, naked except for his black fur coat and a long knife in his hand. My dark avenging angel who had fallen so deep. Why was he here?
“Amelia! What have you done?” he roared as his eyes settled on the cage.
He rushed toward me and jerked me away from the bars. He stared at the remains of my father, but I only looked at him, hoping for a flicker of relief on his face. There was only fear and terror.
“What. Have. You. Done?” he asked in a hushed whisper, which scared me more than his rage. His eyes met mine, his almost black with anguish and fury.
“I ended it.” I swallowed. “For you. For me.”
He stalked toward me and gripped my shoulders. “You did this for him!”
“No!” I touched his cheek, my palm against another scar my father had inflicted on him. “I did this for you, Nestore. Because as long as he lived, you weren’t free. Even if he was in your hands, he held power over you by existing. Every time you went to torture him, a little less of you returned to me. I had to do it or lose you.”
“Lies!” Nestore growled, his fingers digging into my flesh.
I held his furious gaze. “Don’t you dare call me a liar. Maybe not all of my reasons for killing him were about you. Maybe I was being selfish too because I want to preserve what’s left of the boy I loved with all my heart.”
He grabbed my face, bringing our faces close together. “That boy is dead, Amelia. Dead.”
A few tears fell from my eyes and trailed down my cheeks. “Sometimes I think you want him to be.”
“I do,” he said harshly. “He was weak. All he reminds me of is pain and humiliation. I’ve become so much more than him.”
“All he reminds you of is pain and humiliation?” I swallowed hard. “What about me?”
His eyes flickered with hesitation. “You are here. You are more than my past. That boy was too weak to protect you, too weak to really make you his. But I’m not. I can and will protect you until my last breath, and I made you mine.”
“But I was his—I was yours in your weakest moments, and I’m yours now as you exert your power in the cruelest ways. I’ll always be yours, Nestore, even if I’m terrified of what it’ll do to me or where it’ll take me.”
“Into darkness and damnation, that’s where. I wish I could spare you that fate, but I can’t be without you. I can’t let you go, even if it would save you.”
“I wouldn’t let you. I left once, but I won’t leave again. It doesn’t matter where I go. I always take you with me.”
Nestore’s eyes strayed from mine again, and his expression twisted with renewed rage and a hint of utter madness. “Go.”
“Nestore.”
“Go before I do something I’ll regret my entire life.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Just go. I need to calm the chaos in my head, and I can’t do it with you right here.”
I stepped back. The look of fury in his eyes finally made me turn around and take flight. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but he deserved the time to come to terms with what I had done.
I unlocked the cell door and went inside, my heart pounding in my chest as it had always done when I was close to Lamorgese, even when he was the one in a cage at my mercy. I had kidded myself into believing our balance of power had shifted simply by locking him in, but until the end, he had held power over me. Maybe he still did.
The air carried a sharp, biting scent from the fired shots.
I sagged to my knees, my bones flaring with pain at the impact. The tang of burned metal clung to my nose. I shuddered violently. What would I do now that he was dead? How would I tip the power in my favor?
Rage and despair battled inside my body. How could Amelia have done this to me? I was glad she was out of sight. I wasn’t in control, and I worried about what I would do to her.
I had spent the past three years torturing my tormentor, hoping it would heal the wounds he had left, praying it would make the nightmares go away, and would give me a sense of peace, but none of it had happened.
I glowered at the corpse, his emaciated form littered with wounds. He didn’t bear any semblance to the man who’d destroyed me, who had killed me in every way but one.