Page 182 of Crave
Theo was breathing hard. Jude’s eyes were glassy. They looked to me. Always to me.
But for once, I had nothing to give.
Just the fury.
Just the fire.
They’d taken our blood.
They’d broken their last vow.
Now we were going to break them.
All of them.
Chapter Forty-One
ANGELICA
Darkness wasn’t silent.
It whispered.
“You’re such a good girl.”
Soft. Slithering. Sickening.
“Such a good little liar…for us.”
The words coiled around my spine, dragging something ancient to the surface. Not a memory. A truth.
I had been lying for so long, I didn’t know where the truth ended anymore.
And now I was back.
Back in Hell.
But this Hell I knew right? This Hell I’d survived before.
Only this time, it felt different.
Not like punishment.
Like purpose.
Cold air fought for purchase in my aching chest, dragged deeper with each breath. The tiles beneath me slick. Somewhere distant, a voice hummed. Another recited something that sounded like prayer. My body was still. Stolen.
But inside me—something stirred.
A name.
Silas.
A knife in the dark.
Theo.
A drug I couldn’t kick.
