Page 101 of Tortured Soul
I grabbed his forehead and captured his gaze.
“Not if I fry you first.”
Eyes widening, he gasped before his scream echoed in the room and his hand let go of my throat to claw at my own, allowing my lungs to take a deep intake of air.
His mind was a maze. A labyrinth of guilt, self pity, and repressed sins. Voices echoed, whispering in a language I could never understand.
Enochian, the language of angels.
I amplified them. Distorted them. Made them hurt him from within.
A strange pain flickered in my heart like a dead flame. But I didn’t let go, pouring all the hurt men like him had inflicted on me over the years inside his mind, his very soul.
Break him like they wanted to break us.
Show him how it hurts to be powerless. From having all the power in the palm of his hands, to becoming a pawn in someone else’s play.
My body was pulled backward and I shrieked, fighting to get free, only to be held tighter.
“Lola—”
The voice was harsh, cold.
But I wasn’t done.I wanted to make Carter hurt. I wanted him to feel like I felt for millenia.
“Lola, stop!”
I froze and my vision cleared.
My back was plastered to Arc’s chest and Carter lay on his back, wincing, his eyes shut tight, his wings sprawled in an awkward angle beneath him.
Broken shards of glass, piles of books, and furniture were scattered on the floor around his large frame.
Golden blood leaked out of his ears and nose, bruises forming on his jaw.
“Lola,” Arc repeated again, this time softer. “Lola, calm down.”
Could he feel my heart pounding out of my chest? Could he hear that far-away voice still nagging at me inside my head? The voice of the person I wasbeforeI fucked it up and became what I was today?
“Carter?” Arc asked. “You good?”
He grunted, throwing his forearm over his eyes, giving him a thumbs up with his other hand.
“Clean yourself up and join us in the kitchen. Dinner is ready.”
Carter sat up, burying his head in his hands.
“I’m good. I’ll take a plate later. I’m not eating onthatkitchen counter ever again.”
His words lacked their usual bite, but were laced with something new.
Jealousy.
And I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
Chapter 29
Lola
