Page 64 of Her Blood Revenge

‘No. I just woke up to Sinthia possessing my girl and sucking my dick, Dorian. I’m not fucking okay.’

I leave, seeking Pix out.

I stalk the halls, following her scent, but stop in the entrance hall when I catch another entirely different scent drifting up from the open door. The door leading down to the cellar.

I stop at the top of the stairs, my eyes burning and my stomach turning.

I open the door wider and peer down into the dark. My feet take me there without instruction from me, and as if led on a rope, I end up standing beside Sinthia. Her severed head is tilted, and her grey eyes are staring at the wall. Hermouth is agape, but the way it curls up still manages to hold her sweet smile.

Sinthia.

I run my fingers through the length of her blonde hair. It’s dry and tangled. A far cry from the silky smooth curls she had when she was alive. I lean down so my eyes are level with hers, tilting my head to the side and placing myself in her eyeline.

‘You look so pretty,’ I tell her, still stroking her hair. ‘Even more now than you ever have. Are you watching me right now, Sin?’ I ask, glancing around the room before resting my gaze back on her. ‘Is your soul trapped, my dear? Are you nothing but pain and suffering? All agony and torture? Trapped here, watching your pretty little body decay and rot?’ I laugh at the idea of her standing right here watching me. My fingers knot in her hair as I hold her up by the roots. She sways in my hand. ‘Did you watch me fuck your niece?’ I ask her. ‘Did you enjoy watching me worship her?’ I lean in close, thoroughly enjoying the idea of her standing there screaming as I took Ashe. With my free hand, I sink the fingers of my free hand into her mouth and force her jaws apart. I then undo my trousers and unleash my cock. ‘For old times sake. I learnt this from your niece.’ I put my tip in her mouth. And I start to piss. My head falls back in relief as I fill her mouth with urine until it trickles down the hole in her neck, splattering on the floor by my feet. Then I drop her and shake myself off over her.

‘See you in hell, sweetheart.’ I slam my foot into her skull and feel it shatter underfoot.

And I do it again and again and again until all that remains is mush, chips of bone and bloody hair.

‘That wasfun.’ I see Pix’s charms in her hand and take them back.

I turn and leave, keen to fix the mess I’ve made with Pix. As I pass the cells, however, I notice that one of them has been left open. I head inside, slowly opening the door wider.

‘Shit,’ I groan. ‘Thalia. You silly little cunt. Where the hell have you gone?’

I leave, spotting Dorian heading down the stairs with a face like thunder.

‘Thalia’s got out,’ I tell him as I pass. ‘May want to check on Leo. He was supposed to be watching her, but I’m pretty sure he’s been sneaking down there to fuck her. He may have set her free.’

‘What about-’

‘I’ll find Pix. You check on the barrier and the escaped mud bitch.’

Outside, the fire is abandoned and dying. All the humans have left. And I wonder if the creatures have taken off, too.

It wouldn’t surprise me.

I find Pix on her own and away from the fire, looking up at the sky. Her arms are at her side, and her head is tilted back as she watches the stars. I stop at her side.

‘I am really fucking sorry,’ I tell her, handing her back her charms. She takes them without looking away from the sky. ‘We didn’t tell you because we didn’t want to worry you. Are you okay?’

‘I’m fine.’

When she has her charms back on, she finally looks at me.

And all I see isher. Her eyes. Her soul. All of her, looking at me through a blood-splattered face.

‘I couldn’t keep her out,’ she admits sadly. ‘I’m sorry I did that to you.’

‘It wasn’t you,’ I sigh, ignoring the sense of disgust and shame. ‘You managed to get her out and make her leave.’ I look at her arms. There are no black veins to be seen. ‘You used blood magic, Pix.’

‘I felt more in control,’ she admits. ‘She got inside, but I was able to get her out myself. Usually, the spirits struggle to hold on. They’re not strong enough. But Sinthia was more than strong enough. She could have stayed inside me for much, much longer. But I could feel her and see her. And I could push her out.’ She rests her hand on her stomach. ‘I felt her death. Her second one. How her guts slipped outside of her body.’ Then she looks up at me. ‘And I saw what she did,’ she whispers. ‘I felt her joy as she did terrible things to you. I saw her do unspeakable things.’ Her eyes glisten with tears. ‘I saw your pack die.’

‘H-how… I mean… that’s never happened to you before, right?’

‘I only see how they died. Not how they lived. It felt different this time. Like there was more light inside me, I could see more. Feel more power and possibilities. I think my necromancer power is growing.’

‘We expected it to,’ I admit. ‘Over time and with your blood as powerful as it is, we knew you would get more powerful.’

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