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#44. Curse

Author: Kuraht
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-21 18:11:17

Rachael POV

I jumped to my feet so fast my knees nearly gave out beneath me.

Lincoln was already hauling Eryx upright, his grip firm but careful, as if any wrong movement might shatter what little control Eryx had left. Eryx’s weight sagged between his arms, a low, broken sound clawing its way out of his throat. It wasn’t a scream. It was worse. It was pain stripped bare.

“Rachael,” Lincoln said sharply, not looking at me. “Rope and Cuff. Now.”

The command cut through the fog in my head. I turned, heart hammering, and rushed to Eryx’s dresser. My hands shook as I yanked open the drawer, the wood scraping too loudly in the tense room. I knew exactly where he kept them. I hated that I knew.

My fingers closed around the rope first, rough and familiar, then the metal cuff beside it.

When I turned back, Maya stood frozen near the doorway, her face drained of color, eyes darting between Eryx and Lincoln like she couldn’t decide where the danger was coming from. I wanted to tell her somethin
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