Shadowfever
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I was unfazed. Standing toe-to-toe with him was a drug. I needed it. I craved it. I couldnt end this charade for anything. See, you admit youre dead, I parried smoothly. And Im not an imbecile. An imbecile would be fooled by you.
I am not dead. He slammed me back against the wall, pinning me with his body.
I was so delighted at being touched by Barrons-esque hands, so thrilled to be staring into the illusion of his dark eyes, that I hardly even felt my head smack into the wall. This was far more realistic than my brief moments with the memory of him in the black wing of the White Mansion. Are, too.
Am not.
His mouth was so close. Who cared if it wasnt really him? It had his lips. His parts. Was one fake kiss too much to ask? I wet my lips. Prove it.
You expect me to prove Im not dead? he said disbelievingly.
I dont think its so much to ask. After all, I did stab you.
He braced his palms against the wall on either side of my head. A wiser woman would stop reminding me of that.
I inhaled his scent, spicy, exotic, a cherished memory that made me feel alive. The electric current that always charged the air between us sizzled on my skin. He was naked and I was up against a wall, and even though I knew I was being played by the Book, I could barely focus on his words. It felt so real. Except for those missing tattoos. The Book knew how big his dick was but couldnt get the tattoos right. A small oversight.
Im impressed, I murmured. I really am.
I dont give a bloody fucking hell if youre impressed, Ms. Lane. I care about one thing and one thing only. Do you know where the Sinsar Dubh is? Did you find it for that bloody fucking half-breed bastard?
Oh, thats just rich. I snorted with laughter. The Sinsar Dubh had created an illusion of a person, and that extension of the Sinsar Dubh was asking me where the Sinsar Dubh was. Infinite-regress much?
Answer me or Im going to rip your head off.
Barrons would never do that. The Sinsar Dubh had just made another mistake. Barrons had vowed to keep me alive, and hed stayed true to that vow until the very end. Hed died to save me. He would never hurt me and certainly wouldnt kill me. You dont know a thing about him, I sneered.
I know everything about him. He cursed. About me.
Do not.
Do, too.
Bull!
Not!
Too, I spat.
Not! he fired back, then exhaled explosively. Bloody hell. Ms. Lane, you drive me bloody fucking crazy.
Right back at you, Barrons. And you can lose all the bloodys andfuckings anytime now. Youre overdoing it. The real Barrons never cursed that much.
I bloody fucking know exactly how many bloody fuckings Barrons would use. You dont know him as well as you think you do.
Stop pretending to be him! I shoved at his chest. Youre not and you never will be!
Besides, that was before you killed me and decided to replace me with Darroc in less than a month! Grieve much, Ms. Lane?
Oh, how dare he? Grief was all I was. Grief and revenge, walking. For the record, youve been dead for three days. And I am so not doing this. Get out of here. Go. Away. I knocked his hands away from my head and stormed past him. Im not defending my reasons for doing what I did to you, when you arent even really here. Thats too psychotic, even for me.
He grabbed me and swung me back around. Youd better believe Im here, Ms. Lane, and youd better believe Ill kill you. You could not have proved your loyaltiesor lack thereofany more completely. You jumped on me the second Ryodan said I was a threat and took me out without an instants hesitation
I hesitated! I hated killing my guardian beast! Ryodan told me I had to! I didnt know it was you! Great. Now I was arguing with the Sinsar Dubhs fake Barrons about killing him. Why would it want to do this to me? What could the Book possibly gain from making me live this fight?
You should have known! he exploded.
I knew I should end it, stop the illusion now, but I couldnt.
Being around Barrons has always made me fire on all pistons, and it didnt seem to matter a bit that I knew this Barrons was a mirage. Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything.
They make you feel so alive that youd follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
How should I have known? Because youve always been so honest with me? Because sharing information is what Jericho Barrons does best, where he really shines? No, because youd bothered to warn me what might happen if I pressed IYD. Wait, I have it: I should have known because youd confided in mein the same trusting and open way weve shared so many confidencesthat sometimes you turn into a nine-foot-tall, horned, insane monster!
I am not insane. I was sane enough to piss circles around you. I killed food for you. I picked up your things. Who else do you know that would have done that? Vlane doesnt have dick enough to piss with. Your little MacKeltar doesnt have the balls to own his actions. He certainly isnt capable of doing what it takes to own a woman!
I am not dead. He slammed me back against the wall, pinning me with his body.
I was so delighted at being touched by Barrons-esque hands, so thrilled to be staring into the illusion of his dark eyes, that I hardly even felt my head smack into the wall. This was far more realistic than my brief moments with the memory of him in the black wing of the White Mansion. Are, too.
Am not.
His mouth was so close. Who cared if it wasnt really him? It had his lips. His parts. Was one fake kiss too much to ask? I wet my lips. Prove it.
You expect me to prove Im not dead? he said disbelievingly.
I dont think its so much to ask. After all, I did stab you.
He braced his palms against the wall on either side of my head. A wiser woman would stop reminding me of that.
I inhaled his scent, spicy, exotic, a cherished memory that made me feel alive. The electric current that always charged the air between us sizzled on my skin. He was naked and I was up against a wall, and even though I knew I was being played by the Book, I could barely focus on his words. It felt so real. Except for those missing tattoos. The Book knew how big his dick was but couldnt get the tattoos right. A small oversight.
Im impressed, I murmured. I really am.
I dont give a bloody fucking hell if youre impressed, Ms. Lane. I care about one thing and one thing only. Do you know where the Sinsar Dubh is? Did you find it for that bloody fucking half-breed bastard?
Oh, thats just rich. I snorted with laughter. The Sinsar Dubh had created an illusion of a person, and that extension of the Sinsar Dubh was asking me where the Sinsar Dubh was. Infinite-regress much?
Answer me or Im going to rip your head off.
Barrons would never do that. The Sinsar Dubh had just made another mistake. Barrons had vowed to keep me alive, and hed stayed true to that vow until the very end. Hed died to save me. He would never hurt me and certainly wouldnt kill me. You dont know a thing about him, I sneered.
I know everything about him. He cursed. About me.
Do not.
Do, too.
Bull!
Not!
Too, I spat.
Not! he fired back, then exhaled explosively. Bloody hell. Ms. Lane, you drive me bloody fucking crazy.
Right back at you, Barrons. And you can lose all the bloodys andfuckings anytime now. Youre overdoing it. The real Barrons never cursed that much.
I bloody fucking know exactly how many bloody fuckings Barrons would use. You dont know him as well as you think you do.
Stop pretending to be him! I shoved at his chest. Youre not and you never will be!
Besides, that was before you killed me and decided to replace me with Darroc in less than a month! Grieve much, Ms. Lane?
Oh, how dare he? Grief was all I was. Grief and revenge, walking. For the record, youve been dead for three days. And I am so not doing this. Get out of here. Go. Away. I knocked his hands away from my head and stormed past him. Im not defending my reasons for doing what I did to you, when you arent even really here. Thats too psychotic, even for me.
He grabbed me and swung me back around. Youd better believe Im here, Ms. Lane, and youd better believe Ill kill you. You could not have proved your loyaltiesor lack thereofany more completely. You jumped on me the second Ryodan said I was a threat and took me out without an instants hesitation
I hesitated! I hated killing my guardian beast! Ryodan told me I had to! I didnt know it was you! Great. Now I was arguing with the Sinsar Dubhs fake Barrons about killing him. Why would it want to do this to me? What could the Book possibly gain from making me live this fight?
You should have known! he exploded.
I knew I should end it, stop the illusion now, but I couldnt.
Being around Barrons has always made me fire on all pistons, and it didnt seem to matter a bit that I knew this Barrons was a mirage. Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything.
They make you feel so alive that youd follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
How should I have known? Because youve always been so honest with me? Because sharing information is what Jericho Barrons does best, where he really shines? No, because youd bothered to warn me what might happen if I pressed IYD. Wait, I have it: I should have known because youd confided in mein the same trusting and open way weve shared so many confidencesthat sometimes you turn into a nine-foot-tall, horned, insane monster!
I am not insane. I was sane enough to piss circles around you. I killed food for you. I picked up your things. Who else do you know that would have done that? Vlane doesnt have dick enough to piss with. Your little MacKeltar doesnt have the balls to own his actions. He certainly isnt capable of doing what it takes to own a woman!
