Page 152 of Crave
Las Almas Perdidas.
The words came from nowhere.
But it wasn’t from that dark, foul whisper in my head. It came from nowhere, blooming from the back of my mind.
Theo stilled.
Just for a second. Just enough for the whisper to slip between us like a blade to the throat.
And then, the door slammed open, wrenching my gaze toward the spill of light from the hallway.
Silas.
His ragged breath filled the silence.
He saw everything.
His eyes dragged over the room, over my wrecked body, over Theo’s shaking frame still locked against mine.
And then, they settled on my lips.
Those words came again, slipping free from the depths of my mind.
“Las Almas Perdidas.”
Silas took a step forward. But it wasn’t because of what Theo was doing…he was fixed on me. Enraged by me. His expression shifting into something lethal.
“What did you just say?”
Theo’s head snapped toward him, his muscles still tight, his possessive rage not entirely gone.
Angelica. His.
But I wasn’t his.
Not fully. Not yet.
I turned my head, my pulse thrumming, my body still trembling from what Theo had done to me.
I licked my lips, tasting blood, sweat, and something deeper. Something broken.
And then I laughed.
Soft.
Haunting.
A sound thatdidn’tbelong to me alone.
Silas’ jaw clenched. “Angelica, where the fuck did you hear that name?”
Theo finally focused, his grip tightening on my hips, like he could physically anchor me back to him.
But it was too late.
The whispers were too deep.
“You already know,” I murmured. “Don’t you? You. Already. Know.”
