Page 73 of Shattered Heir
“I promise you, sweetheart, I know way more than you do. I'll share all of the secrets being kept from you, if you share yours with me.”
“You stole Shad's soul; you murdered my family; you beat Ryker near to death,” I growled at him, my breaths came in rigid as my melody hid inside of me. The monster was in full control.
“Oh, sweet, there really are so many things you do not know.” He reached out for me as if in pity, and I shoved him. Surprised, he moved away almost a foot. I looked at my hands.
“Yes, with corruption, there is power,” he smirked at me as if it was a joke. “But the corruption will ruin your melody, sweet. Trust me; I know.”
“Stop calling me that!” I screamed and picked up a side table throwing it at a picture. I watched as the glass shattered and shards cascaded across the carpets and the hardwood floor.
“That was my favorite print.”
I looked at him, and his eyes grew dark.
“Emma, you need to calm down. Listen to my melody; let yours out.”
I tried to ignore him, but his melody—Shad’s melody—had a way of making me forget things. The monster slowly left, and my melody slowly came into the front. I collapsed on the couch. And for a few moments, I closed my eyes and focused on the melodies between us, still making sure the important shields were up. They were, and I breathed in relief that my temper tantrum hadn't cost me everything.
“If you let me, I can show you the memory I have of that night.”
I opened my eyes and looked out the window, wondering if I should give in to him. It would work for the whole becoming friends and getting-close plan. If it seemed like I was letting my guard down, he would let me get closer and closer, wouldn’t he? I mean he wanted me physically close, right then, but that didn’t serve my purpose.
“Okay, but don’t push into my mind. I don’t want you in there.”
He lifted up his hands. “Of course, I will only give you the memory.”
I nodded; then I looked at my hands. They still felt tingles of warmth from his kisses. The raw power I had felt from breaking that picture scared me. I was frightened that possibly it was true, and that Cade had not killed my parents. I was worried because if he did not do it, who did? And who else did I need to hunt down to feast upon in my revenge? I would worry about that at a later time. At that moment, I needed to know if what he was saying was actually the truth.It could be a trick.I was well aware of that. Again, an audience, if watching my life as a movie, would have been screaming ‘Don’t do it!’ However, besides everything, I wanted to know; I needed to know.
He walked over to me, to the couch. We sat facing each other.
“Okay, so I will show you the memory. Now, do not move.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked as his face moved closer to mine.
“I just need to be close to you. Holding you would be good, but kissing you would be the very best.”
I shoved his shoulder.
“Okay, no kissing yet; we will work up to that.”
I ignored him. I would not be kissing him ever. I tried not to shove him off of me as he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck with his head; then he grazed his lips over my neck, and I stiffened. “This will be easier if you let me loosen you up a bit,” he said, holding my waist in his firm hands.
“This is not loosening me up,” I said, pulling away. “If anything, it's making me more terrified and horrified each second.” I would need to take a long and very scalding hot shower when I got home.
“Okay, sorry. I will just hold you.”
I gave him a skeptical look. “I promise,” he said with a smirk. He wrapped his arms around me.
Now let me in, Emma.
This goes against everything in me.
What?
Letting you in.
I will not hurt you.
You already have.
