Page 91 of Sleeping Redemption
“I will break you more than you’ve ever broken your human dolls. You will be so broken, no one will ever want you. No amount of glue or tape will ever be able to make you whole again,” he darkly promised.
The words sank straight into me, deeper than his dick would ever reach, and it obliterated the last bit of hope I had.
Chapter Thirty-Six
While Kinley was out handling matters with Lucifer, I found myself looking for any distraction worth its salt.
Running the cloth over my own Divinity Sword one final time, I smiled in satisfaction at the gleam of the freshly polished metal. Setting the weapon on the table, I looked over at Atlas who rubbed a square of sandpaper against a wooden heart-shaped block in his hands on the far end of the couch. On the other end, Rook lounged back, eating another one of his fucking peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
“Do you ever eat anything else other than those damn sandwiches, Rook?” I asked, genuinely curious.
With a mouthful, he responded with barely understandable words. “Nuffing tastes as gud when I’m horny.” Swallowing his bite of food, he released an audible sigh of satisfaction.
Shaking my head in disbelief that he had managed to survive this long in the demon gene pool, I stood from my seat and came to stand behind the couch. Leaning over, I rested my forearms against the back of it.
On the television hanging on the wall straight ahead of us, some British cooking competition show played. Contestants ran around like headless chickens, tossed pots and pans around, and flung food onto plates with reckless abandon.
Right as the show’s countdown clock ticked down its final seconds, the digital tune ofSister Christianby Night Ranger played from Rook’s phone. Digging into his pocket, he put the call on speaker. “Hey Zorah?—”
“What the FUCK did you do?!” Her words were clearly on a warpath, Rook being her target.
He sat there blinking cluelessly. “Ate… a sandwich…?”
“To Kinley, jackass! What did you do to her?!” she angrily clarified.
I straightened up, not liking where this conversation was heading.
“Um, so she has this thing she likes when I use my tongue and?—”
Zorah growled into the phone. “Rightnow. What did you do to her just now!? She’s not answering her phone, and her emotions are all over the place! One moment she’s pissed, the next, she’s in pain, and she’s scared as fuck!”
That drew Atlas’s attention as he stopped smoothing out the rough edges of the wooden object in his hands. He looked at me for enlightenment, but I was as out of the loop as Rook seemed to be.
Clearing my throat, I spoke up. “Zorah, it’s Sy. Kin isn’t even here.”
Atlas added, “Yeah, she left for a meeting about an hour ago.”
Before Zorah could even respond, the ring on my left hand grew hot around my middle finger. Looking down at the dark metal, it emitted a warm glow. The amber light pulsed as it grew in intensity.
Fuck.
My eyes widened at Kinley very possibly was going off the rails again. The blood link of the ring I had given her had been activated. Had she so easily slipped back into her morbid extracurricular activities despite our efforts?
“Rook,” I said, my voice filled with a command for his attention. When he looked over at me, I raised my hand to show the ring’s glowing light.
“I’ll call you back, Zor.” He hung up the phone and closed his eyes, tilting his head back. His ability to pinpoint Kin’s location was one I’d be eternally grateful for.
His eyes popped open. “Brixton Historic Cemetery,” he stated before his presence dissipated, the last half of his sandwich falling onto the cushion.
I looked at Atlas, whose face was filled with concern at what frame of mind our girl could be in at that very moment.
“Do you think she just got triggered and relapsed?” he asked me.
“I thought we’d been making headway with her, At. I don’t know, but we can’t assume she hasn’t.” I hated the reality of it, but Kinley had been riding the edge of insanity long enough that no one knew for sure what state we were going to find her in.
“Meet you there,” he said before his presence also faded from the room.
Hang in there, Kin. We’re coming.
