I felt my lungs start to fill with fluid, blood. I was taking her death echo into my soul. My brain makes me experience it for myself. As if it was really happening to me. This is where it would get tricky, if my brain at any time thinks it is actually happening...I would die.
Adam pounded against the invisible barrier, he's yelling to remember. Remember it isn't happening and it wasn’t, not really. God did it hurt, it wasn't supposed to hurt. It was supposed to be painless. She suffered, because I'd lost focus.
I felt her rage as she made the connections and then the bitterness of denial as she figured out it's me who killed her. I could barely feel my own body at this point. I could feel the tears flowing from my eyes from the pain, as my soul made room for her inside of it.
My hands flew to my throat as oxygen was ripped and starved from my esophagus and then I felt my lungs giving out. Chaos broke loose outside of the shield, as the Dark Prince coughed and grabbed at his own throat.
Our eyes met and held. If I died...he died with me. He could feel my distress because I'd linked him to my lifeline—my soul. I'll undo it when I'm done gathering her soul and consuming my sin. He's enraged now, he understands that at this moment he's as mortal as I am...and if I lose this battle, he will join me in death.
I coughed and hit the floor at the same moment he did. Our eyes still locked on one another, his in anger, mine in awe. Even choking, this asshole is hot—seriously, someone needs to break his nose and make him a little less pretty.
My mind cried out in warning, Adam and Alden are both chanting...trying to take down the barrier. The Demon was using his dark powers...did they think I hadn't considered all this before I erected it? It's fool proof. I'm that good, seriously. Sometimes I scared myself with just how badass I am.
Ryder spat blood the same moment I did and then it stopped. He stood up as I did. I smiled coldly, he'd felt her pain. He'd felt mine, he had touched my fucking soul. He knows now that I am darker inside, that I have secrets. I hate it.
I wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand and moved my hand, flicking my wrist to remove the barrier. "Come Fae, let's get this over with." I wanted him out of me; his soul was slithering seductively against my own.
Four
Clothed in my shorts and tank top once more I grabbed his hands and met him face-to-face. His hands, surprisingly warm, gave me a sliver of remembrance of how his seductive touch felt on my skin. I placed them palm up, with my much smaller hands resting lightly on top and enjoyed the anger flowing through him. Until he spoke.
"If you ever connect us again...I will kill you Witch," his voice was low, raspy.
I raised my eyes to meet his head on, "You ever try to Fae-fuck me again...I'll kill you Fairy."
"I'll show you a fucking Fairy...if I remember right, you wanted it."
I raised a blonde brow, which was probably red at the moment since I was still covered in blood. "You used the haze, which is basically rape."
"Did I?" His voice purred, leaving it a statement more than a question.
I growled, which only made his lips turn up in the corners reminding me of the kisses we'd shared. I tried to push his essence out of me, but it is like it's locked inside a box inside my mind. I rolled my eyes and tried again as sweat beaded on my forehead.
"It's not working?"
"Pretty and smart, better alert the fucking press," I replied sarcastically as I put everything inside of me into pushing his essence out of my body.
"You think I'm pretty?" He asked incredulous, as if I'd just handed him the biggest insult of his life.
I narrowed my eyes on him and bit my lower lip. I tried yet again to get his essence from mine, as my legs shook. His hands landed on my waist before I fell. "Pretty much, maybe you should wear less makeup and add some scars. Toughen up that pretty boy image you got going on," I smirked watching his jaw tick with anger. My eyes slid to his full mouth, remembering it, how it felt pressed against mine.
"Syn, need a boost?" Adam asked me from where he stood a few feet away from me, trying to dispel the tension building inside the confines of the room.
My body trembled violently, it was still adapting to the new soul inside of it. I winced as aches and pains made themselves known now that the adrenaline rush had passed. "I just need a few minutes." I lied, not knowing if I would be able to give him back what I had stolen from him.
No sooner had I said it, my legs gave in against my weight. I was caught by Ryder before I landed on my ass on the floor at his feet and carried to a couch. We'd left the torture room and entered what appeared to be an unused office. It was drab and barren of any personal items.
Whitewash walls and matching white carpets, the only object inside the room was a single black couch that wrapped around and covered two walls. "Sit down and do not touch anything," Ryder ordered as he dropped me none too gently on the couch.
"What the hell would I touch?" I grouched back, feeling bitchy about needing to be carried at all... much less by him of all people!