Chapter 29

Blakely

Apparently getting an eyeful of naked God was what the twisted mansion wanted, because instead of screwing with me further, it led me back to my own bedroom.

Getting a shower was now the last thing on my mind. With every step, the shards of stone embedded in my heels began to burn. They needed to come out, and since I couldn’t count on Orion’s magic to help me, I had to help myself.

As-fucking-usual.

The door opened half an hour later, but I was long gone by that point.

Blood coated the floor, forming a crimson river around my hunched over body. I wielded Azrael’s dagger like a scalpel, slicing into the bottoms of my feet to then pry the chunks of stone loose. Sweat coated me from how close I sat to the fireplace, using the flames to sterilize the blade. Each slash, each cut, was met with a strange numbness that flooded through my limbs and left me in a haze.

Pretty sure I was going into shock.

Draco padded into the room and froze. I didn’t look up from my work, but that