Page 58 of Bells

He lifted a blonde wave off my shoulder and rubbed it between his thumb and index finger, a tiny smile on his face.

“I fucking hate you,” he finished.

I didn’t get to react. I was yanked back, a cord around my neck. I stared wide-eyed at him as I struggled against my attacker, my fingers aching as much as my neck as I tried to break the tension cutting off my air supply.

Church moved closer to me as the cord tightened, sending black sparks flying over my vision.

He stared down at me, smiling as my vision continued to darken.

“No one fucks with a watcher,” he said. “And lives to tell about it.”

I stopped my bucking and struggling and reached out for him as he took a step away.

“Finish her, Sin.”

Sin. Sin. SIN!

It was a set-up. They were. . . killing me.

No. God! Please, no! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Let me speak. Please, let me tell them I won’t do it again. That I want to live. That I’m. . .

My body weakened as I sagged against Sin. He maintained his hold on me.

“Sweet dreams, Bells,” he whispered in my ear as a dull roar filled my ears.

I locked my eyes on Church who simply stared back at me, no emotion on his face.

My eyelids shuttered. My body twitched. Church became blurry before he faded out completely.

Then. . .

Darkness.

SIN

Istared at Bells’s lifeless body on the ground at my feet, the watchers at my side. She’d struggled to live. It was almost too much for me to complete, but I’d done it, knowing she would have really tried to kill me and Ashes if given the chance. That I was saving lives by ending hers, especially since Everett had his claws deep in her.

No more innocent people needed to be harmed.

I’d done the world a favor.

At least that’s what I kept telling myself.

But fuck, it hurt. I tried to shut everything down so I wasn’t feeling, but it wasn’t working. I hated myself for ever loving her. For ever thinking she could love me. For losing my baby. For everything.

I hatedme.

She’d been right. I was a monster. I was worthless. I was a killer. A murderer. A piece of shit. I’d become her in order to stop her. Did that make me better? Not in my mind.

“You don’t have to stay for this part,” Ashes said from my right.

“No.” I swallowed hard. “I’ll stay.”

Church and Stitches hadn’t said a word. Even when Bells had died in Church’s room, he simply reached out and squeezed my shoulder.

Stitches and Ashes had come into the room and helped move her body out to the car so we could take her to Ashes’s special hot spot. I was a fucking wreck. I had been useless moving her. Not that she was heavy, but my heart couldn’t take it.

I’d killed her. I’d murdered her.

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