Page 42 of Sinless Demons
The two women clasp hands and pull one another in nice and close. Their heads tilted down to their joined hands held between them.
“Until I take my last breath,” Corva whispers, breathing purposefully across the back of their knuckles.
“Until I take my last breath,” Aries agrees, doing the exact same, washing their hands with the unbreakable vow she’s spoken.
Silver light mingles together with ashen smoke. It slips from their palms and hovers around them, encompassing them in the powerful vow they just promised one another.
She said she doesn’t trust Corva, but on some level, she does.
Trust is a dangerous thing. Not enough can get you killed. And too much, well that can get you killed even faster.
14
Time for Healing
Aries
Istand at a close distance as my sister lowers herself down to where Zaviar lies on the wooden couch. He can say he’s fine all he wants, but I can see the way he can hardly catch his breath.
The righteous bastard.
Damien shifts so he’s peering out the window into the deep darkness of the night. Ryke tenses at my side, but he watches my sister begin her work without looking away. It surprises me how much Krave is paying attention. There’s no elaborate smile on his face. He seems almost worried.
“Hold still,” Corva instructs as she slides her index finger over Zaviar’s chest and settles above his heart.
I swallow hard, and I don’t know when it happened, but without realizing it, I’m holding Zaviar’s warm hand in mine. His dark lashes flutter as he looks down on our joined hands. He peers up at me with a question burning in those sweet blue eyes of his.
Someone’s hurt him too much in his life. That’s where all that anger and aggression comes from inside of him.
I won’t let anyone else hurt him. Not ever again.
At least... after my sister’s done with him, that is.
Her finger presses hard into his skin, and the tips of her black nail drag across his flesh with a sizzling sound.
Muscles jump along his jaw as he steels his body hard, clenching every single muscle against the feel of Corva’s rune magic.
She’s part demon. And now, Zaviar has a little bit of that essence inside him, too.
I can’t help but pause for a response from my own demon inside of me.
Catherine’s silent.
I shake my head at the strange feeling of emptiness her quietness brings me.
“There,” Corva says when she’s made several slashing lines intertwine over Zaviar’s heart. It’s harsh and deep-cutting, but it heals quickly with fumes of black smoke. It turns to a thin scar immediately. “How do you feel?” Corva asks with a tilt of her long black hair.
“Fucking fantastic,” Zaviar spits with a curl of his lips.
“Does it hurt?” My fingers lift, and I’m tracing the cutting lines across his skin as I speak.
The muscles jump beneath my touch. His throat clears hard as he shifts beneath my fingers.
“No. Not at all,” he says on an odd rasp.
There’s always this slicing look of hate kept on reserve in his gaze. As he looks up at me right now, that cruel sentiment isn’t in his eyes at all. He looks... at ease. For once in his life.
Why do I like you so much, Remorseless?
