Page 27 of Her Darkest Possession
And every time Taras or his brigadiers tried to rein Grisha in, Lola always manages to go around their back and send him out as her personal attack dog. And whenever Grisha gets in trouble, Lola plays the overprotective sister, and promises to her father that it won't happen again.
Except it almost always does.
How Taras keeps letting his two idiot children get away with shit like this, I'll never understand. Those two were why I didn't want to get tied down in any way, shape, or form to that fucking family.
And now they have a member of mine.
"I don't like the idea that Grisha might have Amara." Her voice wavers. "I barely got away from him, and Amara is just a kid. And after what he tried to do to me…"
Anger boils—hot and furious—at Indigo's unfinished sentence.
"What did he try to do?" My voice turns dangerously quiet.
Indigo looks away, her fingers tugging with the hem of her sweater. "It doesn't matter now. I got away."
"It matters to me." I lean forward, my hands clenching into fists on the desk. "Tell me what he tried to do."
She hesitates, and for a moment I kick myself at my own need to hear the details. The last thing I want is to force her to relive whatever trauma Grisha inflicted.
But I need to know.
I need to understand exactly what I'm going to make him pay for.
I need to know exactly how I can make himhurt.
Finally, Indigo meets my eyes.
"On the train... he kept touching my thigh. He said we were going to 'get acquainted.'" She pauses to take a breath, and her voice grows steadier as she continues. "I pretended to be sick, asked to use the bathroom. But he insisted on following me."
My jaw clenches so hard I can feel my teeth grinding together.
"I knew what he wanted to do," she continues, her words coming faster now. "That's when I fought back. I smashed my head into his nose when the train lurched around a curve."
I'm barely containing my rage as I listen. The thought of his hands on her, threatening her, terrifying her while she carries my child.
That monsterknewshe's pregnant, and it didn't stop him.
"That's why I don't like the idea that he might have my sister," she says plainly, her voice suddenly steady despite the tearswelling in her eyes. "If he's willing to do those awful things to me, what will he do to her?"
"I'll have Roma and his men step up their search," I tell her, my voice deceptively calm despite the rage thundering through me. "We'll find her,printsessa."
Indigo watches me carefully, her fingers still unconsciously touching her stomach. Then, she nods. But I can see that she's not sure if she can believe my words yet.
"I won't make promises I can't keep," I continue, "but I will get your sister back. And then I'll make Grisha pay for putting his hands on you."
A flicker of resistance crosses her face. And at once, I realize that I've done it again: decided someone's fate without asking her if that's what she wants.
Just like I did with Bennet.
"If that's what you want," I add quickly.
The tension in her shoulders visibly eases. Her eyes meet mine, and a darkness that I've glimpsed every now and then passes through their soft hazel depths. I saw it the first time when I had those two cops killed in that basement for her.
And I saw it the second time after I killed Bennet.
"I do want him to pay," she says. "I want him to hurt. I want you to put fear in his eyes, Tolya." She takes a deep breath. "I want him to die, and I want him to see me when he does."
Pride wells up in me, mixed with something darker and infinitely more possessive as I take in this beautiful, fierce, and vengeful creature carrying my child.
