Page 37 of Savage Sacrifice
If these are my parents, why are they so submissive? Why aren’t they really saying anything? How the hell did they find me? Do they feel anything at all?
Guilt?
I’m not sure, but it doesn’t sit right with me.
“Okay, well, let me just clear some space first,” the nurse murmurs, slipping her hand into her pocket to retrieve a small,velvet pouch. She reaches inside, retrieving a handful of sand before she starts to spread it on the floor.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, and Lincoln squeezes my hand.
“It’s okay, Midnight. You trust me, right?”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you forgetting I don’t know you?”
He smirks. “Fuck, I’ve missed that sass,” he rasps, shaking his head, and I roll my eyes at him before returning my attention to the nurse just as she stands tall, tucking her pouch away as I take in her handiwork.
Sand lies in a circle, a star etched inside, and she’s standing in the center. Clearing her throat, she steps out, nodding at Lincoln, who takes the hint and tugs me inside.
My breath is stolen the moment we’re both inside the symbol, a shiver rushing up my spine as the sand begins to glow. Golden rays cast upward from the floor, separating Lincoln and me from the rest of the room.
It’s like we’re in our own bubble. His arms wrap around my waist as he looks down at me. The look is unexplainable, but the closest I could get is to say he loves me. That sounds ridiculous, even to myself, but it’s intoxicating.
“You’re going to be okay, Midnight. I’ve got you,” he promises, and I nod, even though I have absolutely no clue what’s going on. It’s on the tip of my tongue to reassure him when a sharp pain sears through my body.
I can hear a scream, I’m certain it’s me.
The pain is unbearable.
I think I’m going to be sick.
My eyes roll and my limbs give out, but I don’t feel the impact of hitting the floor because arms wrap tight around me.
A tingle burns in my throat, the center of my chest, my ankle, my breasts, and my butt cheeks. Pain encapsulates me in everydirection until darkness takes me. It feels like a safety blanket at this stage, being hidden in the shadows.
But this time, my light isn’t dimmed to nothing.
Instead, it’s vibrant as memories flood my mind.
Memories of an asshole wolf who loves to drive me insane.
Memories of a fighter, making me stronger, not only with their body but with their words.
Memories of a lost soul that matches mine.
Memories of a broken man gaining his balance while empowering me to play the role of his willing puppet.
Memories of a vampire spinning my world uncontrollably.
Memories of a friend, a best friend, a sister.
Memories of trust, betrayal, heartache, and… love.
Memories of Trinity Falls Academy.
Memories of Florentine’s.
I’m breathless, desperate to piece all parts of the puzzle together, but despair clings to me, reminding me that my mind will never be whole, not after my childhood.
As if responding to the tingling of emotion prickling the back of my eyelids, I’m flooded with more.
