Page 94 of Cursed Heirs

They were in the process of healing, which meant they’d been inflicted very recently.

Black veins covered most of my body but there was that cooling sensation rolling through me too that I remembered from… from… from my subconscious. Yes, that was it!

The guys had been there with me. They’d helped me. And so had Saryan Hart. His spell was working within me now. As I peered closer, I actually saw some of the veins dissipating. Very slowly, however. No matter, the rest would be up to me.

I remembered fighting to get out of my cage and I obviously had managed it, given that I’d woken up in reality and I wasalmostcognizant.

So much was fuzzy.

Things that had happenedherewere fuzzy.

I concentrated, trying to put everything together, to merge my time with the guys in my subconscious with what had happened out here. I should have access to both, but I just needed to take a moment to put the pieces in place.

And then I could figure out where I was at, what the hell was currently going on, and most importantly, how to escape wherever and whatever this place was.

It started happening, memories resurfacing, playing on my mind.

Like a fucking horror movie that had me shaking as every new one hit.

Constantine bringing me here.

Him manipulating me, making me his doll.

Oh my God…making me hiswhore.Bile rose in my throat as I recalled it. What he’d done to me, to my body.

As if that wouldn’t have been bad enough, he’d also warped my mind.

He’d also basically drugged me with black magic—a shit-ton of it.

Saryan… he’d been there. He’d tried to help me. He’d tried to stop Constantine. And… he’d seen everything.

And then… I’d been in the Dark Fae Realm. Constantine had called me there and I…oh no…I’d hurt Orpheus. I’d hurt him badly. Tortured him!

I slapped my hand to my mouth.

I felt sick.

Disgusted.

So fucking ashamed.

At my sudden movement, something jostled around my neck and I reached up and found a collar there.

What the hell?

I hastily dressed myself in a simple pair of wide leg jeans and a black tank, then climbed out of bed and went to the window. It was dark outside, so I could see my reflection, and that was when I saw the collar there. Several studs were set into it and they were glowing red, the precise shade of Constantine’s magic. Obviously another method he was using to control me.

Or he had been until I’d just broken through the worst of it.

I called my power and grasped the awful thing, managing to disintegrate it in seconds.

Another weight lifted off me as soon as it was gone.

I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it together, even as the disturbing and depraved memories of what the monster had done to me ran through my mind fiercely.

Footsteps sounded and I spun toward the door just as it burst open and somebody strode on in.

Not who I’d expected at all.

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