Page 77 of Lethal Souls
He’s quiet a moment, studying my features, searching for thoughts.
When he doesn’t hear anything, he says, “Regardless, I made you a promise.”
“What’s that?”
“That if any children of ours were ever born, I’d find a way to protect you. Now that the time has arrived, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you and our baby safe…even if that means building more trust with Hassha and Korah.”
I’ll beg Hassha for protection, do whatever she wants. I’ll owe her, but I don’t care as long as you’re safe.
I catch the thought before he can shut me out again.
“No.” I cup his face with a warm smile. “You have enough to deal with. Leave Hassha up to me. I’m the one she owes, after all.”
FORTY-SEVEN
WILLOW
I have the worst sleep of my life that night.
The flames surround me, roaring and raging as it consumes the land. They chase me, hunt me, stalk me.
I’m running for my life through a familiar forest.
Rukane Forest.
I stumble into the familiar moss that hangs like dead bodies, a thick fog hovering above, combining with smoke. Fire torches the trees behind me, and the bodies of moss cry out.
I stumble and land on my knees, breathing raggedly as I clutch my stomach. When I look back, the stalking fire morphs into a woman. In her hand is a sword made of flames. Her eyes are pitch black, and her scarlet hair floats around her.
I stand and face her, swallowing my fear.
“The Seed of Yuri is in you too,” she says with a wicked grin.
She raises the sword and runs in my direction. I cry out as she pounces on top of me and buries her searing blade into my belly.
“I will have your child, and I will devour it whole!” she snarls in my face. “It will be mine, and when it is, I’ll use it to kill you and your mate.”
I manage to shove her off and run again. She doesn’t chase me this time, but I see her watching me. Smirking.
I wake with a sharp inhale, immediately reaching for my stomach.
“Willow? What? What is it?” Caz springs out of a chair in the corner. A gun is in one hand and a black cloth in the other, like he was cleaning it.
He rushes to the bed, and I try telling him about the nightmare, but I can’t form the proper words. My heart is racing way too fast, and I swear there’s actual smoke in my lungs.
“Here.” He taps his temple. “Tell me here.”
Selah I tell him, clinging to his shoulders with shaky hands.
The mere mention of her name causes his brows to furrow and his eyes to darken. I swear I even see a spark of red appear in his irises, faint like a distant flash of lightning.
She found me in my dreams. She’s wants to kill our baby, Caz.
FORTY-EIGHT
CAZ
Sleeping is out of the question. Even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to.