All the pent up, helpless rage formed a wrecking ball inside of me. Maintaining human form was near impossible. I wanted to hit something—destroy something. I needed to.
“Daemon, no one—”
“Shut up,” I said, turning to where Matthew sat in the corner of the room. Right this moment I wanted to destroy him. “Just shut the hell up.”
The shadow pulled away, moving forward quickly. My first instinct screamed Arum and to push away from it. I reached blindly for the obsidian necklace, realizing too late I didn’t have it anymore.
“You’re still having nightmares,” the shadow said.
At the sound of the familiar voice, fear gave way to rage so potent that it tasted like a battery acid. I was on my feet before I knew it.
“Blake,” I spat.
Here’s a curious one..
“As close as you’re riding me, man, I feel like I need to take you out to dinner or something. At least, I should get your name.” He punched in a floor number, smirking. “People call me Archer.”
This Archer guy surely’s a new character. Is he from the colony? Is he talking to Daemon? And what does he want? Another cliff-freaking-hanger here.
“There’s only ONE thing I want”
“And that is?”
“I want to see Kat”
Nancy’s smile didn’t fade. “And what are you willing to do to
“Anything” I said without hesitation, and I meant it.
“I will do anything, but I want to see Kat first and I want to see her now”