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“It’s me. You’re safe. It’s okay, you’re okay, it was just a dream.”
“Listen to my voice.” His tone is much softer now, his hands stroking my arms up and down. “Breathe, Lenix, just breathe.”
“You’re okay, my darling,” he murmurs softly.
“I’ll kill them all, darling.”
“Remember that girl we saw in a wedding dress at that diner we used to go to before Martha died?” I say pensively. Bastian gives me an odd look and settles back into his seat, closing his computer. “Yeah…” “I wonder what happened to her.”
I look down and find the kitchen knife I’m holding is covered in blood. It clangs on the black marble counter after I let it slip out of my hand, a shocked breath squeaking out of me. I quickly glance up to Connor who’s staring at me quizzically and by the time my eyes find the knife again on the counter, it’s back to normal. No blood in sight.
“Liars get caught, darling.”
The Hanged Man, it reads.
The Moon
Whether you remember all the other times you spent connected to him is irrelevant. ”
“Maybe I should fall to my knees and ask my wife
His knees finally hit the floor and I’ve never seen something so beautiful.
His gaze is serious, like this is the most important thing he’ll ever witness and I slowly open my legs wide.
I point to the carpeted floor in front of me. “Kneel.”
“Like irredeemable sin.”
Especially, when I had that same power making me see the entire galaxy not even an hour ago.
locking the door behind him. My blood runs cold.
Sacro Nuntio—and the next words out of his mouth solidifies it. “Or should I call you Penelope?”
“Your brother’s influence reaches heights you couldn't even begin to imagine, Penelope. You thought you were safe chaining yourself to the devil? What a repulsive little whore you’ve become.”
because something happened last night. Someone must have gotten to her, and I just stood there and watched her unravel.
Her eyes well up, growing ever so wide, and she suddenly looks painfully innocent. Like she was never meant for this life. Like one day she just took a wrong turn and ended up here—with me.
“You’re going to hate me,” she whispers. I smile, gently kissing her forehead before fixing my gaze back on hers. “My darling, I already do.”
“That’s my good girl.”
“My real name is Penelope Lincoln,”
“I didn’t mean to kill him… I just wanted him to stop,”
I would burn it all to the ground if given the chance.
“He was a dead man walking the moment he touched my fucking wife,”
Let go of this memory haunting you. Let go of this piece of you. Let go of your control.
with a tenderness I wasn’t expecting, gently presses his lips to my forehead, my eyelids fluttering shut at the sensation.
“Better remember this feeling, darling,”
Cause only your husband can fuck you this good.”
spitting
Like we’ve been here before and we’ll be here again and again.
she offers me a sad smile and my chest fucking aches. Why does it hurt to look at her?
She’s mine now. And I’ll burn the whole fucking city down in my wife’s name.
“You finally discovered what your wife was hiding,” Bastian cuts in.
“Remember that girl we saw running into Martha’s diner in a wedding dress years ago?”
“Can you answer the fucking question?”
“The girl was Lenix.”
Your soul doesn’t belong to God.”
“It belongs to you. No one else.”
“That’s not where you belong.”
“You sleep in my bed now.”
“How does it feel to know he owns you—mind, body, and soul?”
Maybe that piece of me had already been dying for years, I just couldn’t let go of it until now. That piece was Penelope.
“You came,” she whispers.
“My darling, I will always come for you,” I say, my lowered voice choking up.
In that moment, I know. As much as I’m itching to kill everyone who ever laid hands on her, tonight I will bear witness instead. I can recognize bloodlust when I see it. And hers burns bright like the fires of hell.
Those two words hold the weight of everything left unsaid. “Always,” I whisper, pressing a kiss on the scars peppering her left thigh before standing back up.
Lucy had been forced to marry him in my stead after I ran away.
