Page 120 of Tortured Soul
And if Amyntas ever was to find out about him, this man—my mate—would die.
“I’m Dimitri,” he whispered, leaning over me, his gaze enrapturing mine.
“Anastasia,” I answered, swallowing audibly through the knot in my throat.
“Anastasia,” he repeated. “Cursebreaker.”
Chapter 34
Lola
Iwoke up with a gasp, drenched in sweat, my heart thumping loudly in my ears.
Oh, I was definitely mad at Maggie.
No matter why she made that book fall and turned the pages for me to see that particular entry, it awakened some memories I had spent a lot of time burying in the depths of my mind.
And I wasnothappy about that.
Good thing I didn’t see my reflection in the memory; it would’ve been too painful to remember how I used to look like. My brother’s face had been enough to make me feel like someone was stabbing me in the guts, and no matter how happy I had come to be about meeting Dimitri, that first encounter had been laced with worry and fear because of the situation I was stuck in.
Fucking Dragons.
I turned my head to the side only to notice the bed was empty, and I could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
Perfect opportunity to leave.
I wouldn’t let him get into my head like he did yesterday.
I stood up and didn’t bother rummaging through his drawers for clothes. Within a couple of seconds, I was entirely dressed with a short black sundress, a belt accentuating my waist, and some combat boots. My hair was styled in a half updo, effectively hiding the tips of my ears, my precious ring hidden in my cleavage.
I silently stepped out of the room and made my way to the entrance.
I might have decided not to escape with Dimitri for now—maybe—but Arc confused me to my fucking core. Why taunt me constantly if he had no intention of taking things further?
Now I understood what Kai meant.
He was keeping his Hellriser side on a leash, letting the Divine part of him take the lead, andIwas somehow challenging that. Calling to his inner demon, enticing him to take over.
But Arc didn’t want that. Was he scared of his own powers? About what he coulddo, if he let himself be whole? What if Kai—
“Good morning.”
I startled, turning around sharply and grabbing the throat of the person who had snuck up behind me, ready to attack if—
“Carter?” I frowned.
He lifted a brow, frozen on the spot, a large cup of coffee in his hand between us. Some had spilled on his fingers at my sharp movement.
“I know I’m not your favorite person on earth, but evenIfind this reaction a little extreme.”
I snapped my hand back like I’d been burned and retreated a few steps.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you coming.”
“Lost in your own mind?” he asked, and I couldn’t prevent my brows from scrunching further down. “I made you a coffee.”
I looked at the cup in his hand like he was handing me a mug filled with bleach and arsenic. Wouldn’t kill me, but I probably wouldn’t be enjoying my day afterward.
