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Jack’s was aftershave with a hint of dark spices; Kalen’s was wood shavings, fresh air, and wild things; Eli smelled warm and earthy with a hint of vanilla; and Tanner’s scent – beyond the fresh laundry and toothpaste – had undertones of hot embers and plums.
The Dark Truth batted Sara’s eyes at him, “Do you regret it?” “What?” “Do. You. Regret. It.” She punctuated each syllable with a clap of her hand. Kalen’s jaw clenched while he stared down at her. “No.” He growled. “Never.”
The Dark Truth turned her focus towards Jack next. “Did it hurt?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The Dark Truth hissed like an angry animal. Jack remained stoic. Blood started to trickle out of his nose. “Just answer her!” Tanner yelled. Jack grunted, stumbling as she continued to fuck with him. “Did it hurt, Jackie boy?” “With every fiber of my being.”
She went to Eli next. “Do you still?” Eli swallowed a lump in his throat – most likely his pride. His head dropped down, “Yes.” Finally she turned to Valor. “Would you?” Valor seemed to fight his truth like it was worth whatever the cost to hide it. Blood dripped from his nose, his muscles tensed and limbs trembled. Then he started to sway on his feet. “I already know your truth,” she said. “Say it to me so you know it, too.” “Say it,” Tanner hissed. He wanted this over with as fast as possible so that they could get Sara back. “Whatever it is, man, just fucking say it.” “No,” Valor answered.
“She’s the truth. Lies are beautiful, the truth is often ugly. It eats away at you.”
“I understand plenty. I had my own truths to admit,” Sara stood up and was suddenly no longer in the mood for dinner. “It didn’t hurt my pride to acknowledge any of them. It shouldn’t have hurt you either. We are who we are. This pack is based on trust, Hounds. That means the truth, as ugly as it can be, is what we give each other.” She marched out of the kitchen.
“Art, someone once told me, is one’s own creation. There is no right or wrong to it. It just is. And everyone’s interpretation is different. The feelings that stir within you are your own. It’s just natural to… feel. Same thing with music.”
“What is it? What did you give Sara that you didn’t give us?” “A piece of my damned soul.”
out-of-control looked like everything was in its place, all spic and span, quiet and calm. It was the stoic expression a madman wore as he slaughtered. It was the smooth, sharp lines of a lightning bolt just a fraction of a millisecond before it struck a tree. It was the scent of warm chocolate chip cookies baking, just before the baker went postal and killed their family of seven.
Out-of-control wore a lot of faces. It was important to recognize them all. And also know when to be tense and when to lighten the fuck up.
she was pissed and her hand still hurt and she was restless in a fiery way that only fighting could simmer down. Why not pick a fight with the Devil, then, right? Go big or go home.
Sometimes she wondered who was in charge down here in Hell – her or the Devil.
She wanted to throat punch him but she also wanted to cry because she was scared and normally Lucifer was the guy who could fix things and now he wasn’t.
“I don’t want him to suffer, Luce.” “We all suffer, Sara. Life is Hell.”
“Please stop crying. I hate your tears.” “I hate them too but they keep leaking out of my face.”
She needed to sleep. Tomorrow they were going to have to tackle two major things: Groceries and the Dark Truth.
“I love you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Sara. Absolutely nothing.” He kissed her head, “I’d die for you.” He kissed her nose, “I’d follow you into Hell.” He kissed her chin, “I’d bear all your pain so you can be spared and we can live our lives together.”
he desperately wished there were more ways he could tell her he loved her. Dying for her, fighting for her, making love to her… these seemed like small acts for how big his heart swelled with just the thought of his Sara. But it was all he had to offer her.
What? He could make breakfast. Fuck, all he had to do was dump cereal in some bowls and chop up fruit. He could pour. He could chop. He was multi-talented like that. So what was the hold up? Oh yeahhhh… they didn’t have any fruit and he’d eaten the rest of the Lucky Charms last night. “Fuck.” There went that.
Love was a dumb word, it's too small and silly. Love was how she felt – because she sure felt dumb and small and silly right now.
Ever have a starved wolf stare at you before? This was way worse. Especially because this big, bad wolf knew exactly how to eat her… Shit, she was getting way too hot in here.
“I can’t even right now. My even is busted to pieces.”
“That’s Heaven to you?” “It is. Wherever you are, love, whatever you’re doing, whatever you’re wearing… that’s Heaven to me. You, Sara, are as close as I’ll ever get to Paradise.”
His Beautiful sounded really far away now. Shit, was she sailing away without him? “I’m going to swim over to you. Stay there, Sara!” Tanner tried to kick his feet like a good little frog, but his legs must’ve fallen off.
Growing up in Florida, he had lots of sunshine and sand along with shadows and under currents.
He wasn’t aroused in the slightest. She shouldn’t have been offended, right? Well, fuck that. She was. How could her ass rub against his cock and it not get hard? “I’m about to do something ridiculously heinous to you, Sara. If you think for one second I’m going to get hard, you might just be more fucked up than I am.” Tanner’s reality check was a cold dose of holy fuck what are we doing. Sara got her head in the game and left her lust on the other side of the tub – the dry side.
“We protect the good in this world. Our methods may not be holy, but they are bloody righteous.”
Fallen Angel, far from home, I’m here so you won’t be alone.
They weren’t squeamish, they were just that fucking compassionate. If Sara so much as got a splinter, they’d probably smash the piece of furniture to bits and burn it to the ground just to teach it a lesson.
“The Dark Truth asked me… ‘Who?’” She swiped at her wet cheeks. “Who was the one I loved the most.” Her chin trembled and fresh tears poured down her face again. Sara rummaged through the photos and snatched the one with the answer. It was Lucifer. “He gave me you. All of you. I love him the most because without him… I wouldn’t have you.”
