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moments more. “It’s rude to dig inside people’s minds without asking. Just because you can, doesn’t make it okay.”
The boy nodded. “Yes sir.”
Ruin regarded him a few seconds more then met Sam’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “How you doing, big guy?”
At hearing the concern in his voice, pain nearly stole his breath. Ruin fought to think around it. “What…happened, Scriber, where is Isadore?”
He realized how crazy the question sounded. “I feel her.”
“You feel the link.”
“I feel her in Sam.”
“No,” Scriber said. “You don’t feel her in Sam.”
Fury took him and he roared at the stupid being, “I feel her in Sam!”
“You feel the link!”
“No! I feel Isadore, I feel her.” Ruin fought to calm down, maybe if he cooperated a little he might gain some kind of mercy now that she’d done this. “Is she still here? In Sam, I mean? Can she come back?” He gripped the seat next to Scriber. “How can I get her back Scriber, tell me, please, I’ll do whatever it takes, there has to be some way.”
Silence. So much silence.
“I feel her!” Ruin yelled.
“You’re not feeling her, brother. You’re feeling the link.”
“What the fuck does that even mean, Scriber!”
“It means you need a link to be what you are in this realm,” he answered still calmly.
Ruin fought to digest the words, fighting desperately not to let those words mean what it seemed Scriber was suggesting. “Are you…are you saying that I have to link to another?” The idea stole his breath. That would mean…he’d linked to Isadore out of…necessity? No, it was more than that. “I will gladly die right now. I will never link to another person, oh fuck,” he gasped, shaking his head at the idea. Ruin gasped and it hit him what Scriber was also saying. “You said I’m feeling the link. Are you saying I-I’ve already linked? To Sam? No, no, no,” Ruin shook his head, “then that can’t be right, he’s a fucking man, that can’t be right.”
“Maybe he should try to link to another woman?” Sam suggested.
The blasphemy boiled his blood. “I will never link to another woman!” Ruin ground out before roaring, “Never!”
“Ooookay,” Sam mumbled. “No linking to another woman, got that loud and clear.”
Something was wrong. Ruin could feel it. Sam was lying. Hiding something. “What are you hiding Sam?”
“Hiding? Not hiding.”
The giant untruth felt like a slap in Ruin’s face and he was very much ready to take his head off in order to get to the truth. He barely managed the low, “You lie.”
“Tell him,” Scriber said.
“No, hell no,” Sam shook his said, “There has to be another way around this, surely the link isn’t set, he can, he can re-link or something.”
“Absolutely impossible.”
Sam looked at Scriber several times, grabbing his cigarettes from the visor. “Doesn’t have to be done now does it? Everything is so…fresh, you get me?”
Scriber let out a sigh. “Yes, but we have no time.”
“I am one second from killing him Scriber if he doesn’t tell!” Ruin yelled. “I have a right to know!”
“I’ll tell him,” Scriber said.
“Frack no!” Sam yelled.
The boy pulled Ruin’s hand and drew in his palm and Ruin jerked it away. The boy got closer and put his mouth on Ruin’s ear then whispered, “Sam is a lady.”
Chapter Eight
Sam drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, fighting the sudden terror she had of the man behind her. She could feel his fury. That kid told on her. Somehow the boy knew. The look Ruin had given her in the rearview mirror said that had to be what the boy told him. She wanted to tell him not to worry, she had no intention of being linked to him outside of friendship. Not to mention she was a guy. She’d trained long enough to be one and she was damn good at it, happy with it. She couldn’t be a woman to save her life.
The man emanating a shit load of negative energy behind her, finally
The boy nodded. “Yes sir.”
Ruin regarded him a few seconds more then met Sam’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “How you doing, big guy?”
At hearing the concern in his voice, pain nearly stole his breath. Ruin fought to think around it. “What…happened, Scriber, where is Isadore?”
He realized how crazy the question sounded. “I feel her.”
“You feel the link.”
“I feel her in Sam.”
“No,” Scriber said. “You don’t feel her in Sam.”
Fury took him and he roared at the stupid being, “I feel her in Sam!”
“You feel the link!”
“No! I feel Isadore, I feel her.” Ruin fought to calm down, maybe if he cooperated a little he might gain some kind of mercy now that she’d done this. “Is she still here? In Sam, I mean? Can she come back?” He gripped the seat next to Scriber. “How can I get her back Scriber, tell me, please, I’ll do whatever it takes, there has to be some way.”
Silence. So much silence.
“I feel her!” Ruin yelled.
“You’re not feeling her, brother. You’re feeling the link.”
“What the fuck does that even mean, Scriber!”
“It means you need a link to be what you are in this realm,” he answered still calmly.
Ruin fought to digest the words, fighting desperately not to let those words mean what it seemed Scriber was suggesting. “Are you…are you saying that I have to link to another?” The idea stole his breath. That would mean…he’d linked to Isadore out of…necessity? No, it was more than that. “I will gladly die right now. I will never link to another person, oh fuck,” he gasped, shaking his head at the idea. Ruin gasped and it hit him what Scriber was also saying. “You said I’m feeling the link. Are you saying I-I’ve already linked? To Sam? No, no, no,” Ruin shook his head, “then that can’t be right, he’s a fucking man, that can’t be right.”
“Maybe he should try to link to another woman?” Sam suggested.
The blasphemy boiled his blood. “I will never link to another woman!” Ruin ground out before roaring, “Never!”
“Ooookay,” Sam mumbled. “No linking to another woman, got that loud and clear.”
Something was wrong. Ruin could feel it. Sam was lying. Hiding something. “What are you hiding Sam?”
“Hiding? Not hiding.”
The giant untruth felt like a slap in Ruin’s face and he was very much ready to take his head off in order to get to the truth. He barely managed the low, “You lie.”
“Tell him,” Scriber said.
“No, hell no,” Sam shook his said, “There has to be another way around this, surely the link isn’t set, he can, he can re-link or something.”
“Absolutely impossible.”
Sam looked at Scriber several times, grabbing his cigarettes from the visor. “Doesn’t have to be done now does it? Everything is so…fresh, you get me?”
Scriber let out a sigh. “Yes, but we have no time.”
“I am one second from killing him Scriber if he doesn’t tell!” Ruin yelled. “I have a right to know!”
“I’ll tell him,” Scriber said.
“Frack no!” Sam yelled.
The boy pulled Ruin’s hand and drew in his palm and Ruin jerked it away. The boy got closer and put his mouth on Ruin’s ear then whispered, “Sam is a lady.”
Chapter Eight
Sam drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, fighting the sudden terror she had of the man behind her. She could feel his fury. That kid told on her. Somehow the boy knew. The look Ruin had given her in the rearview mirror said that had to be what the boy told him. She wanted to tell him not to worry, she had no intention of being linked to him outside of friendship. Not to mention she was a guy. She’d trained long enough to be one and she was damn good at it, happy with it. She couldn’t be a woman to save her life.
The man emanating a shit load of negative energy behind her, finally
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