Page 6 of His Little Devil
Well fuck, that's just what we need.
SILVER
I wake to a beautiful midnight sky full of stars. The moon is the brightest I have ever seen. My body itches everywhere, but the damp grass helps. I know there are people around, but I'm not ready to witness their betrayal yet.
All these months I've been lied to. Here I was, looking for a husband, just trying to follow my family's guidelines. Maybe the guys were under slightly false pretenses, but I was never cruel to them. I was falling in love with them.
I do love them—even Jax.
But now I know the truth. Maybe whatever is happening to my body has negated the potions and spells that they cast on me. I can remember everything now.
The waitress at the coffee shop, the love potion mishap. The spells they used on me to get me to forget things. Wells turning me into a doll.
That's all I was to them. Just something they could play with, and toss away when they were finished.
Closing my eyes, I sigh. My head hurts, but it's not as bad as the ache of my heart breaking again. Will this pain ever end?
While I lay here, I think about all the camping trips I took with my family. We would lie under the stars and look for the ones that you could make a wish on. But no wishes will save me tonight.
I wonder if they’re watching me from above, looking down on what a mess my life has become.
Would they be proud, or disgusted?
Did they know about our bloodline being powerful?
A heads up would have been nice.
If you can hear me, ancestors, I’m really pissed at you!I snort aloud as I berate people in my mind.
Yeah, like they would give a shit. They're not here to deal with this. I am—lucky me.
Sighing again, I roll over, wincing at the pins and needles running through my body. As I get onto my hands and knees, I can’t fight the yelp that leaves my lips from the slight pain as it increases.
Why does this hurt so bad? I feel as if I'm being boiled from the inside.
Two cloaked men stand next to me, reaching down to grab an arm each.
“Motherfu—” I scream as they lift me to my feet, holding me there. Random faces form a circle around me, and start to chant while I pant.
It hurts so much.
Alara steps in front of me, smiling. “It’s time, Silver. Don't fight the gifts your ancestors have bestowed upon you. The pain will only increase. Let it spread naturally through you, like water flowing through a stream.”
She pats my cheek condescendingly, and I snap my teeth, trying to bite her. She jumps back and gives me a glare.
A light glow starts at my toes and spreads up my body, until it reaches my head. If I wasn't so freaked out right now, this would be kinda cool.
The chanting grows louder and someone places their hand on my shoulder.
The power thrums from all three people touching me. Donovan's father steps beside Alara, along with some other men and women. They all have different colored robes, but I don’t recognize them.
My mind is spinning. I'm in a haze of pain.
Throwing my head back, I scream, feeling an explosion of water suddenly rain down on us all. The men let me go, and I collapse to my knees once more.
Alara steps forward, clapping.
“Magnificent. You are more than I ever imagined you would be,” she says with awe.