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forty-six. Shoot, I was twenty years old, already married to that shit-eating prick Earl."
Stan handed her a tissue from the box I kept on the coffee table. He realized right away it was a stupid move, but Linda seemed to appreciate the gesture. She plucked the tissue from his hand and held on to it.
"My Marybeth was born when Emily was two. They grew up together, closer than sisters. Marybeth's birthday is next month. She's gonna be eighteen." Her lips lifted into a slight smile. "Emily is only twenty.
Oh my God. Was. Emily was twenty." Linda lost it. She sobbed without the wet satisfaction of tears until her entire body shook. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and squeezed, heartbroken for her.
After several agonizing moments, Linda lifted her head. The tissue had turned into paper snow, fluttering to the floor as she twisted and ripped it. "Marybeth is all I got left. Mama's gone and now Emily, too.
And I ain't even human anymore. What's gonna happen, Jessie, when I outlive my own child? And her children? And their children? It ain't right to be this way. It's unnatural. It's wrong ."
Her words were arrows of pain into my heart. I faced the same anguish with my own kids. With the rest of my family. All of us bitten by Lorcan and saved by the Consortium had the same problems. How could you be an immortal parent with mortal children? How did you cope with outliving those you loved?
My gaze sought Patrick's, but emptiness glittered in his eyes. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but I doubted he'd give me the answers I wanted to hear. I wondered who he'd lost when he was Turned.
Had he been a father? He'd certainly been a son. Maybe a brother. A husband. A friend. What happened to your heart when it had to bear witness to the deaths of mortals, especially those who loved you and whom you loved?
Linda's gaze followed mine. In that instant, her grief hit a flash point. Her distress melted to rage. She rose on shaky legs and pointed an accusing finger at Patrick. "This is your fault. You and your soulless vampires have damned all of us."
"Would you rather be dead?" asked Patrick coldly. "Would you rather your darlin' Marybeth speak prayers over your grave? If she didn't have you, she would have no one."
"If you had kept control of that creature, we'd all still be breathing. Don't you think for a second I'm gonna be grateful you saved my life when you and the Consortium are the reason I lost it. And now that thing has killed my baby sister!"
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"Lorcan did not do this," said Patrick. "He would never murder an innocent."
"Bullshit!" screamed Linda.
Patrick looked as if he'd been slapped.
I nibbled on my lower lip. "You don't know that it wasn't Lorcan."
Stan and Patrick exchanged a look. Goddamn it. I hated when men did that wink-wink, nudge-nudge crap.
"Mrs. Matthews, I explained to you earlier that Lor changed into something unexpected. He escaped because he was hungry. And he fed until he was full."
"Eleven fucking people! And he did kill us!"
" Drained you because he hadn't eaten in weeks. It wasn't his intention to kill any of you," said Patrick, his eyes blazing with fury. "Lor is a man of faith. A man of God. He has carried that devotion to the Almighty in his heart for centuries, even after—" Patrick's nostrils flared as he regained control of his emotions. "I tell you, Jessica, that he did not murder an innocent young woman!"
I think Patrick loved his brother, but was too blind to see the truth about Lorcan. He wasn't a human.
He wasn't a vampire. He was a beast. Whatever humanity he might've retained was surely gone.
Besides, what else was running around Broken Heart that had the ability and the power to do what was done to Emily?
It was a short list with only one name.
Chapter 7
I knew dawn was approaching because I felt weighed down. My body was shutting itself off without my permission. It sucked to feel this
Stan handed her a tissue from the box I kept on the coffee table. He realized right away it was a stupid move, but Linda seemed to appreciate the gesture. She plucked the tissue from his hand and held on to it.
"My Marybeth was born when Emily was two. They grew up together, closer than sisters. Marybeth's birthday is next month. She's gonna be eighteen." Her lips lifted into a slight smile. "Emily is only twenty.
Oh my God. Was. Emily was twenty." Linda lost it. She sobbed without the wet satisfaction of tears until her entire body shook. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and squeezed, heartbroken for her.
After several agonizing moments, Linda lifted her head. The tissue had turned into paper snow, fluttering to the floor as she twisted and ripped it. "Marybeth is all I got left. Mama's gone and now Emily, too.
And I ain't even human anymore. What's gonna happen, Jessie, when I outlive my own child? And her children? And their children? It ain't right to be this way. It's unnatural. It's wrong ."
Her words were arrows of pain into my heart. I faced the same anguish with my own kids. With the rest of my family. All of us bitten by Lorcan and saved by the Consortium had the same problems. How could you be an immortal parent with mortal children? How did you cope with outliving those you loved?
My gaze sought Patrick's, but emptiness glittered in his eyes. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but I doubted he'd give me the answers I wanted to hear. I wondered who he'd lost when he was Turned.
Had he been a father? He'd certainly been a son. Maybe a brother. A husband. A friend. What happened to your heart when it had to bear witness to the deaths of mortals, especially those who loved you and whom you loved?
Linda's gaze followed mine. In that instant, her grief hit a flash point. Her distress melted to rage. She rose on shaky legs and pointed an accusing finger at Patrick. "This is your fault. You and your soulless vampires have damned all of us."
"Would you rather be dead?" asked Patrick coldly. "Would you rather your darlin' Marybeth speak prayers over your grave? If she didn't have you, she would have no one."
"If you had kept control of that creature, we'd all still be breathing. Don't you think for a second I'm gonna be grateful you saved my life when you and the Consortium are the reason I lost it. And now that thing has killed my baby sister!"
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"Lorcan did not do this," said Patrick. "He would never murder an innocent."
"Bullshit!" screamed Linda.
Patrick looked as if he'd been slapped.
I nibbled on my lower lip. "You don't know that it wasn't Lorcan."
Stan and Patrick exchanged a look. Goddamn it. I hated when men did that wink-wink, nudge-nudge crap.
"Mrs. Matthews, I explained to you earlier that Lor changed into something unexpected. He escaped because he was hungry. And he fed until he was full."
"Eleven fucking people! And he did kill us!"
" Drained you because he hadn't eaten in weeks. It wasn't his intention to kill any of you," said Patrick, his eyes blazing with fury. "Lor is a man of faith. A man of God. He has carried that devotion to the Almighty in his heart for centuries, even after—" Patrick's nostrils flared as he regained control of his emotions. "I tell you, Jessica, that he did not murder an innocent young woman!"
I think Patrick loved his brother, but was too blind to see the truth about Lorcan. He wasn't a human.
He wasn't a vampire. He was a beast. Whatever humanity he might've retained was surely gone.
Besides, what else was running around Broken Heart that had the ability and the power to do what was done to Emily?
It was a short list with only one name.
Chapter 7
I knew dawn was approaching because I felt weighed down. My body was shutting itself off without my permission. It sucked to feel this
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