Page 63 of Sinister Hearts
Creed rushed Rocky at the threat, and they snarled at each other.
I was still stuck on the skinwalker part.
“There has to be an explanation, and we will find it, I promise you this,” Jax said stoically before grabbing his brother’s broad shoulder.
Creed was now in his full Reaper form, trying to mask his pain.
I stepped up to Creed, trying to comfort him. I couldn’t imagine what he was feeling at that instant. “We only know what we see, but we don’t know the reasoning behind herinvolvement, but we will find it,” I reassured him, and possibly even myself.
Avi, she knew where the border of the protection bind was. She knew this, then killed my mother. The grief and betrayal made for a dangerous concoction. My anger and sadness were mixed up into a tornado swarming inside me, overwhelmed by too many emotions at once it was consuming me. My fingertips, yet again, buzzed with a scorching heat. “I can’t do this anymore, Jax, it hurts so much.” The grief and betrayal were a fatal storm inside me.
Jax pulled me into his broad chest. “You can, and you will.” His words flowed just like Ma’s did.
My tears painted the floor in remembrance.
“I’m so sorry, brother, but we cannot deny what we see!” Ryker shut his laptop.
“Liar!” Creed grabbed Ryker’s collar.
“I would never deceive you, brother.” Ryker stated.
Creed began attacking and beating Ryker to a bloody pulp. Creed was lost in madness in pain visible to us all.
“Enough!” Jax said, throwing Creed across the other room. “We are not your enemy, brother. I know you are in pain, but this isn’t the way!”
Creed looked down at Ryker's bruised and swollen face, the shame and guilt becoming him, his pain an anchor to his madness.
“It’s fine, big brother, he is suffering. I shall take this for him.” Ryker bled from his unrecognizable face, his flesh beginning to heal, layer by layer, as he began wiping the blood off his chiseled chin.
Creed screamed in agonizing fury, vanishing into his thick shadows, the pain too much for him to grasp.
Both of us were grieving in one way or another, lost in a storm of loss and understanding that both of us would need time. It was a pain I wish I didn’t share with Creed.
“Give him time, he will be back.” I was confused by Rocky’s comment, as she walked out of the barndominium with unease.
The questions were aching at my tired bones. Would he be back? And how on earth would she know?
Jax helped Ryker up as he patted his brother on the back. Ryker was already healed from the wounds inflicted on him. I was no longer able to be shocked after this hellish day. Too much happened all at once, and there was no time to process. I wanted to make the pain stop, make it disappear.
Ryker laughed maniacally in pain.
“You are a crazy son of a bitch!” I told him, infuriated with his stupidity.
“He cannot kill me, only bring me pain. I find pleasure in pain.” Ryker spit out blood from his mouth. “Rocky’s right, he’llbe back.” He took the cloth and wiped his mouth clean as he walked off, disappearing from sight.
“This doesn’t make sense, none of this is adding up. I know Avi, there has to be more to this.” Faye was lost in her thoughts
“I can’t just let this go, Faye. She will meet Death!” I seethed, my shadows slithering from my fingertips.
Faye attempted to plead with me as she paced the living room. “Let me talk to her first, please, Jax!” Faye’s brown eyes melted my core. This little light of mine was driving me to the brink of insanity.
“Despite everything, you wish to save her. Why?” I asked, confused and annoyed by her empathy for this repugnant demon. I wanted nothing more than to watch the light disappear from her very eyes while I feasted on her soul. She killed Stefani, and she nearly hurt Birdie and my brother, for fuck’s sake. Demons like her deserved to have their skin cut from their bones and hung on my wall like a plaque.
“She helped me in a time of need. She helped me get my job back. She helped me love myself again. You’re right about one thing, Jax, this makes no sense. There has to be a reason,” Faye said, picking at her cuticles— a nervous tick of hers since elementary.
“Avi told Creed she was going out of town to visit family. She does this every winter.” I rubbed my beard, trying to put the pieces together.
“Yes, you’re right! Every winter since she turned eighteen, she would tell all the Minx girls she had to go back to Mexico to visit family. I never thought anything of it until now. But, the way she mimicked my voice…” Faye’s words fell silent.
