No I croaked, desperate for a breathjust enough to wail my way into the Netherworld. Beck would follow me, but at least then Id be running, and I could lure him away from Emma and Sophie. At least then, Id have a chance. But Beck only tightened his grip.
You stupid little bitch, he spat, swinging me away from the wall by my throat. You couldnt just play nice, could you? I was going to make it fastboth blades straight through your heart. But now I think Ill let you suffer.
My vision darkened. My throat burned. My terror knew no limits.
Beck pushed me backward, his fingers flexing around my neck until my ears rang. The backs of my legs hit the mattress, and he kept pushing until I had to sit, clawing at his fingers with both hands.
He shoved again, and I fell onto my back with him straddling me. But finally his grip on my throat loosened, just enough for me to suck in a shallow, unsatisfying breathnot enough to scream, just enough to live. The fresh air burned all the way down, and Beck clucked his tongue. Cant let you suffocate, he said, raising the double-bladed knife for me to see, twisting it so that the light overhead glinted off every shiny surface. You have to die by hellion-forged steel, or youre no good to me. The knife disappeared from sight, and an instant later I felt both tips press into my skin, in the center of my stomach. Any last words?
He relaxed his grip on my throat a little more, just enough that I could croak out a couple of words. And a couple was all I had for him.
Fuck I gasped, ignoring the pain you.
Well said. His right arm flexed. My pulse roared in my ears. And the blades sank slowly, steadily into my stomach, bringing with them a fiery pain like nothing Id never felt.
I gasped, and his hand fell away from my throat. My world shrank to encompass nothing but the agony spreading out from my center, spilling from my flesh in warm rivers of blood.
Beck crawled onto the bed next to me, on his knees, watching in fascination as I blinked up at him. My hands shook as they reached for my stomach, hovering over both the devastating damage and the hated instrument.
Does it hurt? he asked, eyes shining with eagerness.
I pulled in an agonizing breath and licked my lips with a tongue that was suddenly dry. You tell me. Then I grabbed the hilt and pulled, screaming as the blades slid free of my flesh. And with the last of my strength, I shoved the dual dagger up beneath his rib cage, straight into his heart.
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Becks eyes went wide. He gasped, and that sudden intake seemed to last forever. Blood poured from his chest, sluicing over the hilt of the knife to soak my comforter.
Hellion-forged steel, huh? I whispered, with all the volume I couldmanage. Guess I found something that will kill an incubus. The question was, would it capture his soul?
Beck blinked one more time, his eyes already losing focus. I forced myself up on one elbow, my other hand clutching at my own wounds, blood pouring through my fingers. He fell backward on the bed, his head hanging off the edge. And while I watched, paralyzed by the burning pain spreading out from the core of my body, a dark aura developed around him, darkening by the second.
He was dying. Id killed him. But Becks death wouldnt prevent my own.
I lay back on the bed, terrified by the feel of my own blood pouring through my fingers, racked by pain I could never have imagined. There was so much blood between us, I could practically taste it in the air, and the thick, coppery scent made me gag with each breath.
Desperate now, I dug in my pocket with my free hand, horrified by the darkness growing on the edges of my vision. That wasnt Becks death aurathat was me losing consciousness. I was dying. Was my reaper already here? Tod had said I wouldnt see him.
I flipped the phone open and held it up long enough to press and hold the number four. Then my hand fell back on the mattress, useless.
While the phone rang, I turned my head, my left cheek pressed into the mattress. Beck lay inches away, and as I watched, the phone still ringing faintly from my open palm, I saw his soul struggle up from his body, like it wanted to rise. And almost as fast as it appeared, it began to trail toward his chest, like smoke pulled up a chimney by an unseen draft.
His soul was cloudy and streaked with dark ribbons of smut, and as Tod answered his phone with a greeting I didnt have the strength to answer, Becks soul seemed to soak into the hilt of the dagger until a second later there wasnt a trace of it left.
Hello? Tod said again. Kaylee? Are you all right?
I opened my mouth but what came out wasnt a real word. I could only manage a hint of sound riding a pain-laden sigh. Then my eyes closed, and I was alone with the sound of my own irregular breathing.
Kaylee? Tod sounded closer now, and when his hand brushed hair back from my face, I would have jumped, if Id had the strength. No! Kaylee, wake up. Please wake up.
Tod was crying. Id never heard him cry before.
I forced one eye open, and there he was on his knees by the bed, still clutching his own phone. So sorry, I mouthed, but the words carried no sound. I was so sorry for what Id done to Nash, but I couldnt tell him. And that meant he couldnt tell Nash.
Youre gonna be okay. Tod dropped his phone and slid one arm beneath my shoulders, the other beneath my knees. Can you put pressure on the wound?
You stupid little bitch, he spat, swinging me away from the wall by my throat. You couldnt just play nice, could you? I was going to make it fastboth blades straight through your heart. But now I think Ill let you suffer.
My vision darkened. My throat burned. My terror knew no limits.
Beck pushed me backward, his fingers flexing around my neck until my ears rang. The backs of my legs hit the mattress, and he kept pushing until I had to sit, clawing at his fingers with both hands.
He shoved again, and I fell onto my back with him straddling me. But finally his grip on my throat loosened, just enough for me to suck in a shallow, unsatisfying breathnot enough to scream, just enough to live. The fresh air burned all the way down, and Beck clucked his tongue. Cant let you suffocate, he said, raising the double-bladed knife for me to see, twisting it so that the light overhead glinted off every shiny surface. You have to die by hellion-forged steel, or youre no good to me. The knife disappeared from sight, and an instant later I felt both tips press into my skin, in the center of my stomach. Any last words?
He relaxed his grip on my throat a little more, just enough that I could croak out a couple of words. And a couple was all I had for him.
Fuck I gasped, ignoring the pain you.
Well said. His right arm flexed. My pulse roared in my ears. And the blades sank slowly, steadily into my stomach, bringing with them a fiery pain like nothing Id never felt.
I gasped, and his hand fell away from my throat. My world shrank to encompass nothing but the agony spreading out from my center, spilling from my flesh in warm rivers of blood.
Beck crawled onto the bed next to me, on his knees, watching in fascination as I blinked up at him. My hands shook as they reached for my stomach, hovering over both the devastating damage and the hated instrument.
Does it hurt? he asked, eyes shining with eagerness.
I pulled in an agonizing breath and licked my lips with a tongue that was suddenly dry. You tell me. Then I grabbed the hilt and pulled, screaming as the blades slid free of my flesh. And with the last of my strength, I shoved the dual dagger up beneath his rib cage, straight into his heart.
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Becks eyes went wide. He gasped, and that sudden intake seemed to last forever. Blood poured from his chest, sluicing over the hilt of the knife to soak my comforter.
Hellion-forged steel, huh? I whispered, with all the volume I couldmanage. Guess I found something that will kill an incubus. The question was, would it capture his soul?
Beck blinked one more time, his eyes already losing focus. I forced myself up on one elbow, my other hand clutching at my own wounds, blood pouring through my fingers. He fell backward on the bed, his head hanging off the edge. And while I watched, paralyzed by the burning pain spreading out from the core of my body, a dark aura developed around him, darkening by the second.
He was dying. Id killed him. But Becks death wouldnt prevent my own.
I lay back on the bed, terrified by the feel of my own blood pouring through my fingers, racked by pain I could never have imagined. There was so much blood between us, I could practically taste it in the air, and the thick, coppery scent made me gag with each breath.
Desperate now, I dug in my pocket with my free hand, horrified by the darkness growing on the edges of my vision. That wasnt Becks death aurathat was me losing consciousness. I was dying. Was my reaper already here? Tod had said I wouldnt see him.
I flipped the phone open and held it up long enough to press and hold the number four. Then my hand fell back on the mattress, useless.
While the phone rang, I turned my head, my left cheek pressed into the mattress. Beck lay inches away, and as I watched, the phone still ringing faintly from my open palm, I saw his soul struggle up from his body, like it wanted to rise. And almost as fast as it appeared, it began to trail toward his chest, like smoke pulled up a chimney by an unseen draft.
His soul was cloudy and streaked with dark ribbons of smut, and as Tod answered his phone with a greeting I didnt have the strength to answer, Becks soul seemed to soak into the hilt of the dagger until a second later there wasnt a trace of it left.
Hello? Tod said again. Kaylee? Are you all right?
I opened my mouth but what came out wasnt a real word. I could only manage a hint of sound riding a pain-laden sigh. Then my eyes closed, and I was alone with the sound of my own irregular breathing.
Kaylee? Tod sounded closer now, and when his hand brushed hair back from my face, I would have jumped, if Id had the strength. No! Kaylee, wake up. Please wake up.
Tod was crying. Id never heard him cry before.
I forced one eye open, and there he was on his knees by the bed, still clutching his own phone. So sorry, I mouthed, but the words carried no sound. I was so sorry for what Id done to Nash, but I couldnt tell him. And that meant he couldnt tell Nash.
Youre gonna be okay. Tod dropped his phone and slid one arm beneath my shoulders, the other beneath my knees. Can you put pressure on the wound?
