The only peace I’ll feel is if he had a long and happy life and didn’t search for me.
If those assholes hadn’t stabbed me and sent me to my eternal misery, then I could’ve been part of that happy life too.
But he would’ve had to fend for himself unless one of the other families took him in—the promise to my mother broken.
What if the curse cast on me made him lose his memory of me? What if my entire existence was erased? What if those men went after him?
Once I know about my brother, I’m going to find and kill every single family member of the assholes who sent me to Hell. Their entire fucking bloodline. I won’t make it clean; it’ll be messy and painful—a long, drawn-out process of agony and fucking gore.
I wonder if I’ll curse them too.
Did they know what they were doing when they stabbed me and signed my lifelong prison sentence?
I take a drink and stare at the wall.
Sable’s been gone for a while now. The hairs on the back of my neck rise, images of her with some fucking human somewhere in this manor flashing through my mind. Impulsiveness has me getting to my feet, ignoring the looks shot my way, the comments about my clothing as I search for Sable.
What if someone else can see her—or worse, touch her? If someone has their hands on her, I’ll break each one of their fingers and snap their neck. Tidus loves to gnaw on bones—he can smell them from miles away. It’d be like Christmas for him, and maybe he’d give me a break for at least a few weeks.
The room she summoned me in is empty, although the stench of death and demonic residue still lingers. I stare at the spot where she took her last breath, my nostrils flaring at the annoying feeling coursing through me. I can’t pinpoint it—possibly regret? Remorse?
She’s the reason I’m here—I shouldn’t feel fucking bad.
Where the hell is this girl? Should I try to leave the grounds? I’ll inevitably find her that way. I guess a part of me is bored and wants to go snooping around the mansion—maybe I’ll walk in on her touching herself like she did me.
Yes. Good idea. It’s only fair after she got a good look at me in such a compromising position.
Not that I stopped.
And not that she looked away.
I leave the room and check the rest of the wings, coming up empty. When I reach the furthest corridor from the humans drinking themselves into oblivion, I pause when I hear something smashing.
Sensing her whereabouts now that I’m near her, I follow the sound and push into the room, appearing beside her just as her fist goes through a mirror, shards of glass scattering across the floor.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Sable spins to stare at me, her eyes wide and red. An uneasy feeling hits me. She’s upset about something, and I don’t want it to be me. “Get the fuck out!”
I duck just before the remains of the broken mirror can hit me then flinch back as she comes straight for me, swinging a bloody fist at my face. Catching her wrist, I push her up against the wall before pinning both arms to her sides. “Calm down.”
She’s been crying. Still is. Her eyes are bloodshot, her cheeks soaked. I want to wipe a tear away, but I know me touching her that way will make it all worse.
The place is wrecked. Glass everywhere. A broken lamp lies beside one of those phones the humans had, the screen smashed to smithereens. Even a chair is in pieces.
I knew she had a violent side given all the times she’s attacked me, but what the fuck has happened now?
Dodging a knee to my balls, I press my body to hers to keep her from hurting herself.
“Stop.”
“Why did you have to kill me?Why?” she yells, spitting each syllable, as tears coat her cheeks.
I’m rendered silent at the pain in both her voice and eyes.
I frown. “Is that why you’re mad?” We’ve been over this already.
She tries to shove me off and fails. “My sister isdead, asshole. And now, so am I. Because ofyou.You’re the fucking reason I’m like this. Everything is your fault!”
