“For fuck’s sake, Pride, you need to take better care of him. We councilors need answers. Maybe I need to send someone else down here since you can’t manage such a simple task.”
Pride looks down at us with pure hatred. “If I must.”
They leave me to my misery, locking the door behind them.
It isn’t until sometime later, after I’ve slipped back into unconsciousness, that a slight woman in chains wakes me by using a wet washcloth to wipe the grime from my face and limbs. She assists me in getting water to my mouth. I’m so out of it that most of the liquid dribbles down my face and onto my clothes. The little amount that made it into my mouth is enough for me to be able to utter a thank you.
The dirty blonde-haired waif doesn’t reply, she only nods her head. She doesn’t look to be more than eighteen at most. Her horns are modest, and her clothing is nothing more than a shapeless sack.
After I’m cleaned up, she lifts a sandwich to my mouth since I’m unable to do more than hold my head up and chew. I can only stomach about half before I start coughing. It’s dry but infinitely better than the morsels of bread I’ve been given up till now.
She leaves the rest for me, and scurries off, locking the door. Before she leaves my sight completely, I swear I see her knock the mirror three times before disappearing down the hallway.
Whoever had visited earlier obviously wanted to get me in better shape for some questioning. Maybe I could broker a deal to get the fuck out of this place and back to where I belonged.
As I contemplate what his reasonings could be, the mirror shifts and I strain my eyes, finding my father looking into it, shaving his face. I haven’t seen him at all during my time here. He looks angry, but that’s nothing new.
He gets interrupted by a phone call and I hear his voice fill the cell. That’s fucking new. I’d only been given glimpses before. I try to sit up, straining against my restraints.
“Lust, you know what’s at stake here. You need to keep my son in check. Make sure he doesn’t remember any of this conversation.”
Lust? Was he fucking talking to my brother’s demon?
“We need the girl to open the veil completely. No of course they don’t know he’s still alive. We can use their grief. Get her to open it. The next opportunity will be the Winter Solstice. You and Envy have the best chance of convincing her. Wrath is too wrapped up in her slut pussy. Get it done.”
He hangs up and my body shakes with anger. He knows I’m alive.
That piece of shit knows where I am. If I ever get out of here, I’ll make him fucking pay.
The mirror goes dark, and I’m left with this overwhelming fury that only fuels my desire to get the fuck out of here. Some way, I’ll find a way to make it back.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
SALEM
SONG: BREAKFAST BY DOVE CAMERON
How fucking dare they? This day was insane. First with Madame Leroux, who I genuinely like but still, she left me with so many questions. And then, Emmet and Walker’s dad. They were up to no good and I have no idea what they could be planning. That whole meeting felt off, and the way that Emmet looked at me like I was his prey, fuck all the way off dude.
I cannot believe that he’s back here, and I’m expected to play nice.
I whip out my phone and send a text to Skye.
Me: Guess who the fuck is back??! Meet me at the courtyard, asap!
I pace back and forth in the courtyard outside the headmaster’s office waiting for her reply.
“You alright there?” Emmet asks, startling me. I drop my phone and hear the unmistakable sound of it cracking.
“Fuck!” I snatch it off the ground and assess the damage. My blood boils and my power surges inside of me, coating my skin. I want to hurt him like he’s hurt me. Too bad we’re out in the open surrounded by other students. I want to serve his karma and bring him to his goddamn knees.
“You good?” He asks, like he actually gives a damn.
“Yep, totally fine, Emmet. You can go away now.”
“You wound me. How are you going to act like we don’t have a beautiful history.”
“You have a fucked-up idea of beautiful.” I retort, wiping at my phone. The skin on my thumb catches on the broken glass and a bead of blood wells up instantly. I shove it to my mouth trying to quell the sting.
