Page 124 of Broken Shadows

You can do this, Lorcan. Swallow it down, then launch the attack.

I tap my chin with a forefinger. “You know, now that you mention it, I do recall something.” I sigh and shake my head. “Unfortunately, the details are still rather fuzzy. Remind me, won't you, Evangeline?” I intentionally let her name slip and her pulse quickens in response.

She steps closer to the bars and my hands twitch with the need to strangle the fucking life out of her.

The faintest flicker of shadows warms behind my ribs.

Soon.

Almost time.

Just a bit closer.

It’s not enough. I need her to fucking break.

I ignore the nausea swirling in my stomach. I cannot let it distract me.

Blood races to my cock as I remember the ecstasy soaring through my body as Evie dominated me.

I quickly halt the rest of the memory from replaying as Evangeline moans and stares hungrily at my now fully erect cock. My skin recoils as if trying to crawl off its skeletal home.

Her expression sours and she hisses, “If you really want me to tell you, remove those disgusting piercings.

I hold her unflinching stare, then shrug, forcing the corner of my mouth to curl. “I would if I could have Eva, you know that. Alas, they’re magically pierced, and therefore only the owner of the magic used to place them can remove the jewelry.

She scoffs and stomps a slippered foot. “That explains why every attempt to remove them while you were passed out failed.” The bridge of her nose wrinkles. “All you did was bleed and groan. I even made Samuel try, but he was less than enthused about the task.”

Revulsion slithers over every inch of my body.

She.

Fucking.

Touched.

Me.

Wrath consumes by body, consuming my veins with sharp, frozen spikes, poking holes into them as they expand and blood leaks into the black cavity of my essence.

Eva inches forward, ugly red blotches coloring her cheeks. I open my mouth to speak, then close it as a signature I’d know even in death sends my heart into cartwheels.

What the fuck is Evie doing here?

Thank fucking Satan and Hellfire, she’s alive.

Her essence lingers nearby, but I cannot determine her location. My magic is still too weak to use.

Shoving thoughts of my witch from my mind, I refocus on the evil bitch before me.

An unapproved growl scrapes from my throat and Eva bites her lip. “I have always loved it when you purr for me, Love.”

My nostrils flare, but I harness the emotion before she can pick up on it. “Tell me, Eva, what is your favorite memory of us?”

Her mouth parts slightly and lust consumes her stare. “It was the time I used the shackles. Do you remember?”

“Not yet, keep going.”

“I had Samuel move you to the bed while you were unconscious from my earlier dose of potion, then secure your arms and legs with magically enhanced shackles. But I knew that wouldn't be enough, so I secured you further with the screws.” She flutters her eyelashes like she intends to flirt with me. “Does that help?”

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