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Mystique stood frozen, different thoughts taking over her. Damien was cheating on him...Not True! Damien regreted their first meeting... Maybe True. She was trouble...Maybe true! She killed his own child... True! Harriet almost died because of her! Everything hates her for being problematic... Maybe True She isn't welcomed anymore...in Damien's heart, the placed shr found home...Not true! Everything was her fault... Her fault...!!! Mystique shut her eyes, trying to stop the thoughts from destroying her but the more she tried to prevent them, the more they consumed her, she placed her hands over her ears, trying to block out the voices, trying to chase away her demons.

Today, getting chained like those animal only increased her hatred for the notion. "Oh, that won't work, darling. I suggest you stop now if you don't want any other marks in your beautiful body than mine." His dark words successfully sparked terror inside her. "And are we gonna play innocent now?" He cocked a brow at her, calmly running his fingers through her exposed forearms, arising goosebumps on spots he caressed. "Don't touch me." Hazel shrieked, his touch made her felt dirty. All her life she has never been touched like that. Theodore was very respectful in that matter.

She lunged at me, claws sinking into my arm, pain spiking, blood gushing from me, but it didn't matter. I had her. The taint came almost willingly, suctioned down into my sorcery, forming a writhing mass at my feet. I shuddered from it even as it raced through me, not hurting me, but stirring my nausea again. I wished there was some way to wash my insides and knew I'd be taking a very long and very hot shower at the first opportunity. But I'd never be clean again.

He is standing at the window when I finally muster enough courage to step out of the bathroom, he turns slowly to look at me. “You need to bond and heal Amelia. Your mark is fading. If you don’t maintain the bond, it will vanish completely and you’ll be human again” I nod as I walk over to my coat and pull out the ceremonial dagger from the pocket. I make my way over to the fire place as Dimetrius lights it. I hold the dagger over the flames as I hum my incantation. I then slice the dagger through my hand, before tipping it over for my blood droplets to fall into the flames. My tattoo glows, my irises darken and the wound on my head begins to heal and knit itself back together.

Zadicus whispered, curling his hands in a fist with a clenched jaw as the moments of his misery flashed before his eyes. “We have gotten too far, no consequences could stop us. We have to complete what we started, Brother. There is no return from this point anymore.” Tristan said sternly, resting his hand on Zadicus’ shoulder, giving it an assuring squeeze. “You are right. There is no use to grasp what is no longer in our grip; it's meaningless at this point.” Zadicus breathed out, understanding his words. “This world is Corrupted after all.” Zadicus spoke, glancing over his shoulder to look at Tristan who stood with a grievous but stern expression.

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

There’s a feel to him,” Damonq stated. Gary nodded. “The longer the splinter is in someone, even if he isn’t using it – and I suspect he can’t help himself, he has a toy and he’d want to play with it – the taint grows. Damonq has felt him as well. I think, between the two of us, we should be able to rule out his victims or at least narrow our suspect list.” “Start with me,” Valentine insisted, looking not to the healer or Damonq but instinctively to Tensel. “And then Liv.”

She needed to be sure the money went to the right person. She flipped through her mails but there was none from her blackmailer. She heaved a sigh and laid her head to rest. Tiny hands tugged at her as she closed her eyes to sleep. Voices that requested food and water yelled at her. Imaginary hands pulled at her hair and pressed in on her in her sleep. It was nightmarish. **** Jeff removed his hoodie right in the taxi. He removed the memory card in the dash cam of the car and formatted it on his phone.

That hurt and burnt at the same time. “Take a deep breath,” Stella crooned softly, and mimicked the inhalation and release for her. “Naturally Talen’s loyalty is torn between the mates he has turned and taken, and the one he has not. I am sure it was not a deliberate betrayal, Morgana, but sometimes when a person is conflicted, an unconscious betrayal can occur.”

Desperate to reassure her, I reached out my hand, but she swung hers away from my touch. In her frantic motion, her hand collided with a small decorative mirror adorning the wall, unleashing a sharp crack as it shattered. Shards of glass scattered through the air, lacerating her hand, and blood welled forth. Instantly, Damien emitted a guttural sound, a primal reflex that sent a shiver cascading down my spine. As I glanced over at him, my heart hammered within my chest, startled by the shift in his eye color as he stared at Cora's bloodied hand with a hunger that creeped the hell out of me.