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Authors: Krissy Daniels
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I let you walk into my life and stake your claim. What did you think I would do? Swoon and fall into your arms? Are you fucking serious? Soul mates? What the fuck does that even mean?”
Grayce shot a glance over her shoulder to make sure the other asshole was paying attention. Doctor Compton had a death grip on the armrests.
“I gave my life to a man. Once. I will not do it again. Do you understand?” Zander leaned back as she stabbed at his chest with her index finger. Both heartbreak and remorse were evident on his face. Tears stung her eyes. She let them fall. Wiping them away would be useless.
“Where were you when I was still worth saving?” she asked, knowing it would cut deeper than if she’d stabbed him with a sword. As the heated rage swelled, spreading from belly to limbs, her confidence grew. “He took everything. He ate me alive, and I let him.” An unwelcome memory of Tyr’s playroom sent violent shivers through the churning heat straight to her bones.
“I hate all of you! Soul mates my ass. I’m holding on tight to the little piece of my soul that’s left.” Salty tears blurred her vision, but not so much that she couldn’t read the confusion in Zander’s eyes. “My soul. Not yours.”
His own baby blues puddled as she fisted his shirt. “You fucking men should be thrown into the deepest pits of hell for what you did to me.” The anger was so intense, she saw nothing but red. Mind, body and soul, she was nothing but fire and fury.
Zander’s shirt shredded like tissue under her grip. Tears poured down his face while Grayce threw all of her pain, all the rage and every prick of fear at him. God, it felt so good. Zander tried to place his hands on her wrists and she threw them off, taking a piece of his shirt with her.
“Don’t. Ever. Touch. Me!” she shouted. Her own voice was frightening, like she’d been possessed and a demon spoke through her. She wanted them to feel every horror that’d been bottled up inside of her, wanted to punish them for what Tyr did to her. And more than anything, she tried to will her anguish into their souls and free her own from the burden she’d carried for too damned long. She tore her shirt over her head. “Look at me. Look at what he did to me,” she screamed, throwing her arms out wide.
* * * *
Mouth agape, Zander stared at his woman, his future, his life. His lungs ceased to perform their duty. He fell on trembling knees at her feet. “Holy Christ.” It pained him to look, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Scars riddled her torso. Some were small and round, a few were jagged and raised, most were long and thin. Not a damned one of them should’ve been there.
“Who would want to be with this?” Her fury manifested itself as a red fog charged with electrical currents. In seconds, they were engulfed in a swirling gust of heated energy that crackled and buzzed in his ears, churned around the room, swirled and billowed between them.
Aching to hold her and offer comfort, he raised his hands. She backed away and tore the thin cotton bra from her body. Round firm breasts, perfect in proportion to her narrow waist and full hips, bore as many, if not more, of the same sickening marks as her stomach.
He glanced at Nikolas. A sheen of moisture coated his head and face, his eyes wild, not with fear like they should’ve been, but anticipation.
“Z! Are you seeing this? You’ve got to calm her. Fuck. This is unbelievable.” Nikolas jumped from his chair, ran to the corner of the room and disappeared through the door panel.
“How can I ever be whole? I hate you. I hate you!” Grayce screamed. A loud, guttural, soul-cleansing release.
The deepest sadness filled Zander. A terrible ache permeated his bones. How could he let this happen? Why didn’t he find her years ago? Try harder? She could’ve been spared this anguish, this endless torment to her spirit. As she purged herself in front of him, he tried to absorb it, take it away from her.
Grayce shot a glance over her shoulder to make sure the other asshole was paying attention. Doctor Compton had a death grip on the armrests.
“I gave my life to a man. Once. I will not do it again. Do you understand?” Zander leaned back as she stabbed at his chest with her index finger. Both heartbreak and remorse were evident on his face. Tears stung her eyes. She let them fall. Wiping them away would be useless.
“Where were you when I was still worth saving?” she asked, knowing it would cut deeper than if she’d stabbed him with a sword. As the heated rage swelled, spreading from belly to limbs, her confidence grew. “He took everything. He ate me alive, and I let him.” An unwelcome memory of Tyr’s playroom sent violent shivers through the churning heat straight to her bones.
“I hate all of you! Soul mates my ass. I’m holding on tight to the little piece of my soul that’s left.” Salty tears blurred her vision, but not so much that she couldn’t read the confusion in Zander’s eyes. “My soul. Not yours.”
His own baby blues puddled as she fisted his shirt. “You fucking men should be thrown into the deepest pits of hell for what you did to me.” The anger was so intense, she saw nothing but red. Mind, body and soul, she was nothing but fire and fury.
Zander’s shirt shredded like tissue under her grip. Tears poured down his face while Grayce threw all of her pain, all the rage and every prick of fear at him. God, it felt so good. Zander tried to place his hands on her wrists and she threw them off, taking a piece of his shirt with her.
“Don’t. Ever. Touch. Me!” she shouted. Her own voice was frightening, like she’d been possessed and a demon spoke through her. She wanted them to feel every horror that’d been bottled up inside of her, wanted to punish them for what Tyr did to her. And more than anything, she tried to will her anguish into their souls and free her own from the burden she’d carried for too damned long. She tore her shirt over her head. “Look at me. Look at what he did to me,” she screamed, throwing her arms out wide.
* * * *
Mouth agape, Zander stared at his woman, his future, his life. His lungs ceased to perform their duty. He fell on trembling knees at her feet. “Holy Christ.” It pained him to look, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Scars riddled her torso. Some were small and round, a few were jagged and raised, most were long and thin. Not a damned one of them should’ve been there.
“Who would want to be with this?” Her fury manifested itself as a red fog charged with electrical currents. In seconds, they were engulfed in a swirling gust of heated energy that crackled and buzzed in his ears, churned around the room, swirled and billowed between them.
Aching to hold her and offer comfort, he raised his hands. She backed away and tore the thin cotton bra from her body. Round firm breasts, perfect in proportion to her narrow waist and full hips, bore as many, if not more, of the same sickening marks as her stomach.
He glanced at Nikolas. A sheen of moisture coated his head and face, his eyes wild, not with fear like they should’ve been, but anticipation.
“Z! Are you seeing this? You’ve got to calm her. Fuck. This is unbelievable.” Nikolas jumped from his chair, ran to the corner of the room and disappeared through the door panel.
“How can I ever be whole? I hate you. I hate you!” Grayce screamed. A loud, guttural, soul-cleansing release.
The deepest sadness filled Zander. A terrible ache permeated his bones. How could he let this happen? Why didn’t he find her years ago? Try harder? She could’ve been spared this anguish, this endless torment to her spirit. As she purged herself in front of him, he tried to absorb it, take it away from her.
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