Page 22 of Splitting Secrets
Instead, I still my breaths and give her a few moments to recover. Now that she’s here, I run through each camera lens and send out the thought to disable them, one by one. When that’s done, I reveal myself by releasing a long, deep sigh.
She reacts immediately.
Spinning around to face the sound, she crouches on her knees and bares her teeth like a threatened, wounded animal.
“Surely you know that if I was going to hurt you, I’d have done it by now,” I practically laugh, raising my brows at her.
“You,” she snarls, lifting her chapped upper lip in disgust.
Now that she’s facing me, I can see that Brody and Miles must have gotten a few hits in on her as well. She’s got fresh blood leaking from her ear and a gash at her hairline that’s staining crimson down her temple and onto her jaw.
And that weird noise from before has to be a collapsed lung.
The sight of it ignites an anger I haven’t known in years.
But I stamp it down and play the part.
“Have a seat,” I say in an overly-cheerful tone, gesturing my hand toward the chair across from me. “It’s time you and I had a chat.”
14
Sonny
He smiles at me, and it pisses me off so badly, I can feel the bread roll that was shoved between the grates of my door for breakfast start to make its way back up my throat.
My head is pounding from being thrown around by those two fucktards who ripped me out of my cell like nothing more than a sack of flour. My nail beds are sore from digging into their skin, their hair, the stone walls—really, anything I could get a grip on. In fact, I’m pretty sure at least three of my nails have broken off completely.
I think Matilda was right when she guessed I had a collapsed lung, because every time I take a breath, there’s a hollow, wheezing noise. I’m sure that happened when Thing 1 and Thing 2 paid me a visit yesterday.
At the moment, none of that hurts worse than the sight ofhim.
“You.” The word is an accusation.
How dare you, of all people, show their face to me after what you’ve done?I think. But I keep my face carved into an angry mask and do my best to keep the pain and sorrow buried deep inside my chest. I won’t let him see how deeply his presence hurts me.
“Oh, come on, Little Nightmare. Surely, seeing me isn’t the worst that’s happened to you this week.”
The rebuttal fills my head louder than my own thoughts. It’s like he’s everywhere all at once. I scurry backward to put some space between us, resting my back against the opposite wall.
I’m going insane. Add that to my list of injuries—my fucking brain is rotting inside my head.
“Happy to see me?” he says aloud, tilting his head in amusement.
“Do not react to what I’m saying in your mind. Just relax and let me talk to you.”
“What the fuck?” I hiss, glaring at him through startled eyes.
“Have a seat,” he repeats. I wait for his words to fill my mind again, but nothing comes.
“You can hear my thoughts?”I think skeptically, just to test it.
“Sometimes. Come sit down and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
I blink at him, watching his mouth closely as the words flow into my thoughts to confirm he’s not speaking at all.
Raze Whitlock is a Null.
Out of all the things I’ve heard about him, that was the most emphasized. It’s the one thing I was sure of.
