And it was all my fault.
CHAPTER7
Mercy
“Put me down!”I screamed, but the werewolf—I guess that’s what he was—kept a firm hold on me.
“Not until you are safe, where you belong,” he said gruffly.His tone was dark and sexy, and I’m sure under any other circumstances I would have been tickled pink to be thrown over this dude’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but I didn’t have time to play Little Red Riding Hood.
My body—myrealbody—was lying in stasis somewhere, waiting for my soul to return.For my other half, so I could wake up.
To be frank, I was going to be late for averyimportant date if I didn’t get the hell out of dodge or wherever I was, and back with my...
Guardians?
Is that what Endor and Valory were?
I wasn’t sure what to call them.While I felt a connection to both of them, I knew the predicament I’d put them both in wasn’t necessarily an easy one.
My mom passed away when I was just a kid.My dad didn’t take it well, and I guess I can’t blame him.Not when every day I reminded him of what he’d lost.I’m sure looking like my mom’s mini-me wasn’t helping matters, but...
There was an air about Endor that made me feel safe and cared for, despite him being a demon.Endor felt the dad I’d alwayswishedI could have, instead of the closed off one I had.
Endor kept me safe.
Both in hell, as well as here...
Like when he’d served me dinner in his gothic abode, going out of his way to make something I could eat, insisting it was perfectly fine, when my own dad wouldn’t have even bothered to check that I ate at all anymore.
Or how Endorheldme when I was spent from my vision.
My own father never evenhuggedme.
Not anymore...
Valory kept me safe, too.She’d gone above and beyond to help me find my place, and her demeanor, her touch...I could feel she truly cared for me, despite barely knowing me.
She reminded me of my mother.
Well, that is if my mother had been a Victoria’s Secret supermodel.
“I was safe!Until you fucking kidnapped me!”I bit as I squirmed in his hold.“Kidnapping is the very opposite of safe you...you—”
“They force you to pick a side yet?”he asked, completely giving me whiplash.
“What?”
“I’m sure you know that your soul is up for claim,” he said plainly.
What?
My soul was not up for claiming by anyone, especially this beastly asshole.It was up for being reinserted back into my body where it fucking belonged!
“No, it’s not, they’re helping me—”
“And what price will you have to pay for their good deeds, sweetheart?Surely you know everyone will have a price when it comes to—”
“My name is Mercedes, you lumbering ass, and I—”
