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My body shakes and I hate the weakness. But most of all, I miss the heat of his body. His touch. “I was young and stupid,” I mumble. “Please. If I could help you, I would. But I can’t.” My voice is a raw plea, begging him to understand.
Needing him to.
He turns away and starts to the door without a word.
“Caine.”
He slows, hand on the knob.
“Please. I had no choice.”
His head turns and he peers at me over his shoulder. “I’m sure at the time you didn’t, Onyx. But you do now. And you’re still making the wrong one.” With that, he stalks out of the room, closing the door solidly behind him.
Chapter 13
Caine
Ruin looks up as I step out and I walk right past them all to the balcony door. I need air. Something. Anything to rid my senses of Onyx’s heat. Her scent. The tears tracking her pretty face.
I stalk onto the platform and turn, slamming my fist into the steel beam just outside the door.
My skin splits and pain arcs through my hand. But I barely feel it.
The rage spirals inside me like a storm of darkness. Of hate. A hate so vast that there is no light in me. No goodness.
For the first time in months, the hatred I feel for myself, for my kind, makes me want to leap off the fucking rail with no portal. I walk to it and grind my hands into the steel bar until it creaks.
“You’re bleeding.” Ruin’s voice is mild from the doorway.
“Did you forget demons do that?” I snap.
Silence.
“I’m not your enemy, Caine. I never have been.”
I round on him, my hands balled into fists so tight my arms shake. “But you’ve never fucking been my friend either. So don’t come out here acting like you care about anything but what she told me.”
His black eyes narrow. “You looking for a fight, Caine? Cause I’ll give you one.”
Without thought, I step into him, hoping for him to swing. Needing him to.
Every time I look at him, I see Lilah.
Her big ass blue eyes and the love she has for him.
Forhim.
Blood trickles over his lip as his fangs press deep. My magick crackles at my fingertips.
“Whoa.” Tanner grabs Ruin’s shoulder and pulls him back as Horan bars his arm across my chest.
I snarl at the angel.
His amber eyes blaze with heavenly fire and I have never craved its burn as much as I do right now. “Control yourself. Or I’ll—”
“Do it,” I seethe and he stares at me. “Do it!” I get in his face, chest bumping against the wall of muscle that he carries. He’s bigger, but my magick is stronger.
Horan’s hand flies out, but I’m already weaving.
