Page 122 of Fallen Thorns
For a moment I believed I had her. Her eyelids fluttered and her mind faltered, arms slackening from around my arm and neck.
Then her voice rang out and I thought then, that I would forever remember those two words. Words that bit down into my very soul and tore me apart from the inside out.
“KILL HIM!” she cried in a ferocity sochillingand demonic.
Ben.
Stunned, my own arm stupidly relaxed for less than a human heartbeat. But enough time for her to remove the blade andshit.
I fell back, hands reaching for my now deeply slashed throat, blood bubbling and pooling down my neck, soaking into my clothes.
No.
Arlo
They awoke:all three of them reanimated at once.She released them. She has grown weak.I glanced around to find Marianne with Lucienne Dumont beneath her knee. Then I looked back to the scene before me, Casper scrambling to his knees and running over to Ben who was still held tightly with a blade to his pale, exposed skin.
Casper begged and clawed to free his partner. Ben gave it all he could to reach out, although his arms were pinned down.
Help him.
Shut up.
“Let’s get out of here.” A hand found my shoulders, and that voice of velvet whispered so elegantly in my ear.
I nodded. This was no place for us anymore.
No.
Everything changed when that voice screeched out across the field.
“KILL HIM!”she demanded. Lucy.
Ben.
I whirled around, the henchman performing his sole duty.
He kicked Casper backwards, the inhumanly strong thrust sending him flying into the sodden dirt, he would not have stood a chance.
The instruction was swift, a clean impale to the abdomen and straight up the sternum through the heart, insides spilling out. The blade in his other hand cut clean across the back of Ben’s neck; severing his spinal cord. A fatal blow.
Ben was dead in an instant.
A crucifixion.
No. Please.
I didn’t think she would do it. I have spent too long in this realm.
I…
Casper screamed,birds startled out of the trees and fled in terror. It was as if everything transpired in slow motion. He threw himself forward to stop Ben’s body from thudding angrily to the ground. They fell together: one alive, one not. Casper rocked the lifeless soul in his arms, hands trying to stem the blood flow as if it was still possible to save him. Ben’s head unnaturally bent over his fiancé’s arms, limbs limp at his side, scraping against the ground.
We are above this.
No.
Yes.
