Page 242 of Jagged Souls
He kicks me, and I curl up instinctively. All my strength gone. Reduced to a weak, pathetic victim. I want some V.
Need the V.
His foot pulls back again.
But then it stomps onto the ground rather than me. He stumbles back as he grunts, his hands on his head.
“Run,” he bites out as a black, inky substance pours from his fingers, running down his legs, then moving towards me.
I scramble back, my heart racing as the smoke-like fog thickens. But then I stop.
If he kills me, will my pain end?
Or will I just suffer some more in the afterlife?
“Run!” he roars.
“Varius!” At the sound of Stormie’s shout, I jump to my feet. She must have been following us. She must have seen what happened. HowweakI am. How pathetic.
I stumble away from them, horror painted on my face. I look at her, wondering what she sees.
But she doesn’t look at me.
Her attention on my husband, she throws up a pink ball around him. I look at him as he screams my name.
My head throbs from the weight of his fist.
“I’m s–” he starts.
The bubble goes up, but I’m already running away.
“I’m sorry, princess,” Grubs grunts as he grabs my hips and rams into me like an animal. “Daddy couldn’t wait. I kept thinking about how good you feel, and I just had to get back to you. You understand, don’t you? You forgive me?”
I’m okay…
I’m okay…
I’m not fucking okay.
Seventy-Five
Him
I can’t breathe.
My heart is beating too fucking fast to stay in its lane. It’s blitzing all over the place, ramming into my lungs, going off the rails, causing the air bags to fucking explode in my face.
I claw at my chest, then clutch at my head as the horrors I have been trying so hard to keep down explode out of me just like my magic.
The smoke billows, filling Stormie’s bubble, and I can see Dayne’s husk fighting Antonio, guided by magic I can’t yet control. A desperate attempt to save my wife. Or perhaps it was him. His soul. His last need to protect the woman he loved.
I try to grab on to him. To use him as an anchor.
But he’s shoved aside as the three female werewolves I was forced to fuck grab hold of me, their claws digging into my skin, their teeth sinking into my neck. I fought back as well as I could, but with my arms nailed down, my legs and neck strapped to chains, and the sickness flush inside my veins, I failed. Every day I fucking failed. Every hour. Every godsdamn minute. When Antonio wasn’t torturing me, they were.
And if they weren’t, then Eduardo was.
Shoving things into medown there.
