Page 250 of Shifting Hearts 1
“No, no, no, no. Fuck,” I yelled.
If she killed Sonia, she wouldn’t be able to cope when her memories returned. My mind drifted back to the night she wanted to leave me. She said she was no asset. That was part of it. That was one of the things. She had killed her.
Morgan nodded once and left Cass’s chamber. I followed, flying silently behind her, back to her own chambers.
She threw a tantrum, but I knew a part of her had loved Sonia deeply. Even after the change, Sonia had been the only one trying to wedge herself between her and Cass, trying to make her remember why she needed immortality. But she had given up. Sonia had given up. And now there was no hope for her. None.
I perched on her windowsill, watching her storm through the room in fury, while my eyes traced the darkness outside.
When would it be enough?
With Sonia’s death? No.
How long it would take her to destroy herself, or anyone else, was a question I didn’t have the answer to. And the thought of it made the night feel impossibly long.
The next day,Morgan fed. I hated every second of it. She toyed with her prey, drawing out their fear until it nearly drained them completely, and then she sucked them dry. Everything about her was dark, so impossibly dark.
It made me numb. Everything I had once felt for her, love, hope, even anger, was numb. I feared it would never awaken again. That everything had been for nothing, just like she had said.
She stuck to the plan, going with Raymond while Sonia remained oblivious, and dealt with the wolves one by one. She nearly got bitten, but she was fast, merciless, sadistic, playing with them before each fell into heaps of ash.
She saved the last one for herself, tying him down with silver. He screamed as the flames licked his body, and she laughed, cold and cruel.
“You really think killing me would be so easy?” she taunted.
“Fuck you, you bitch,” he spat back.
She huffed, smiling.
“Why?” she asked. “What did you promise Sonia? Why? You are mortal enemies.”
“I loved her, and I want her free from you,” he growled.
“Free from me?” she echoed, tilting her head.
“She didn’t want to leave the coven because of you, who you used to be.”
She looked away, grinding her teeth before glancing back at him with a glare sharp enough to cut.
“Okay,” she said, voice soft and deadly. “She will be free. But there is only one way to gain your freedom from my coven, and that is through death.”
“I’ll fucking kill you, I swear,” he spat again.
She laughed, the sound echoing like a death knell. “Oh? And when exactly is that going to happen?”
I stayed as far away as I could, my body rigid, my stomach churning, yet I could see her, hear her. Every laugh, every scream, every flicker of her fire burned itself into my mind.
‘Why?” I cried to the heavens. “Why like this? It wasn’t supposed to be like this?” Tears rolled down my cheeks. Guess I wasn’t as numb as I thought, but that too was going to die soon. Then there would be nothing left but the hate.
She eventually killed Ricci, and I covered my ears as I sat on my haunches. Screaming to drown out his.
I got up when she walked to Raymond standing outside the house.
“She has been texting him the entire night.”
“You text her back.”
“I told her half an hour.”
