Page 85 of Tortured Soul
I braced myself, holding on tightly to the sides of my seat.
But nothing happened.
“Weird,” Dimitri mused. “Do you think it doesn’t say anything because of your missing soul?”
My heart was racing.
“Is that possible?” Arc asked, skeptical.
“It might,” Carrie said, frowning and turning her head to watch the device better.
“What do you mean,missing soul?”
Right, I forgot about that.
Carter had stood up abruptly from his chair, sending it falling to the ground behind him.
He ripped the device from Dimitri’s hand to look at it, but at that same moment, I felt the air around me shift and the thin hair on my arm rise.
The device broke in Carter’s hand, as all our eyes were locked on him.
“For fuck’s sake, do you have no control over your own strength?” Dimitri chastised.
“I—I didn’t do anything.”
“Dude, it was fine five seconds ago, and now it’s in pieces. You obviouslydidsomething.”
“I swear, I—”
“Never mind.” Arc sighed. “I guess it didn’t work on Lola anyway. You believe it has to do with the missing soul?” he asked Dimitri.
“What missing soul?” Carter repeated, his voice clipped but louder than before.
“I mean, yeah, maybe. Why would it not work on her, if not that? It worked fine before, and she’s the only one missing it.”
The angel’s jaw twitched at Dimitri’s obvious decision to ignore him. I could tell Arc found the whole thing strange, as Carter was staring at the broken thing in his hand with a confused face.
But, for some reason, he didn’t push it.
“Alright, we played around enough. As I told you yesterday,” he said, turning to me, “the camp—I’ve been getting some threats. Nothing very specific, just a few letters addressed to me with lists of names. Names of people they snatched from us, sometimes with details that made us think they’re being tortured and their powers used against their will.”
Dimitri tensed next to me, and I automatically grabbed his hand under the table to settle our laced fingers over my thigh.
“Have you sent anyone farther to try and find them?” he asked, but I could hear the strain in his voice.
“We did. They never came back, or couldn’t get far enough,” Carter said, as Arc rubbed his forehead.
“What kind of Immortals have you sent?” my old friend continued.
The angel shrugged. “Guards and scouts, usually lower demons or angels. We tried to avoid sending Earthwalkers on those types of missions.”
“Obviously,” Carrie added, fumbling with the documents in front of her in search of something.
“Send me.”
My head snapped to the side to look at him. His nonchalant smile was gone, as well as any playfulness in his eyes.
“Send you,” Arc repeated, staring straight at him.
