Page 99 of Enchanting Her Monsters
His head hangs listlessly to the side, unconscious.
I study the damage already done, and I don’t feel one ounce of sympathy for him. In fact, I hope he suffers a bit more for all the damage he’s caused. The pacifist in me is not reporting for duty, not for him. He hurt me for years, more than I ever knew. He had a shifter warlock masquerading as my pet. He used me, shoving ghosts into my mind and interrogating them through me. Abused me while I was under his spell, convincing me I was worthless and unlovable. Then he stole my magic to create dark spells to kill Osen and who knows how many others.
Arran’s hands have shifted into his werewolf claws and his canines are poking out from his mostly human face. Serky is fighting to make an appearance and slaughter my ex.
On the surface, Flint appears calm, but through our bond his rage seeps through. I know he’s trying to protect me, but he needn’t worry about that. My rage is brewing to a pitch-black cup of revenge the longer I’m in this room.
I remember how Rob couldn’t just let me go when I broke up with him and moved on and started dating Arran. Instead, he almost killed me in my home when trying to exorcise Osen. When I ran, he hunted me down in the alleyway, intending to expel Osen again and hurting Calder. Then he came for me at the lake house to abduct me, almost killing Flint.
There will be no mercy for Rob and no letting him go. He won’t stop. It’s us or him. He doesn’t deserve a chance. He wouldn’t give me one.
“Have you got anything out of this douche canoe?” I ask, my voice deadly cold.
“A few glimpses,” Maxum answers, glaring at Rob. “He has strong mental walls. I’ll give him that.”
“We’re trying to break them down,” Flint informs me. “If Maxum pushes too hard, it will melt Rob’s brain.”
“We might only get one answer if I do that,” Maxum adds, resting his hands on his hips.
Arran snarls at Rob, and I pick up that my wolf shifter is perfectly on board with melting my ex’s brain.
I drag over a chair, place it about ten feet in front of Rob, and sit down, waiting for the show to resume.
“This will not be pretty, Heartstone,” Flint warns.
“I understand.”
We wait until Rob is just coming around. From behind, Maxum brackets Rob’s head between his hands, his eyes gaze off to the middle distance as he dives into Rob’s memories.
“If he wakes, ask him questions,” Maxum instructs, hands still in place, but his lip is curled in disgust at having to touch the bastard.
Rob blinks his eyes open and lifts his head. His eyes land on me instantly, and he glowers. “I recognized you were trash as soon as I met you.”
Flint and Arran growl, but I hold up my hand for them to stop.
“I knew you were about as useful as a cup of piss in a shitstorm, but you used magic to make me put up with your flaccid…personality. Besides, I wasn’t the one pursuing the whole fucked up relationship now, was I? So what does that make you?”
“You think you’re better than me? You’re a mutt, an abomination.”
“It’s sure funny how worthless you claim I am, but you needed me for your little world domination scheme.”
“Useless other than as a weapon.”
“Weapons are often more important than those who wield them. You think Galiana will be upset when you’re dead? No, she’ll probably be relieved that a problem has been taken off her hands… well, other than losing Osen’s magic. You’re nothing but a pathetic pawn to her. A replaceable one at that.”
“Shut your whore mouth,” Rob spits out.
He gets a solid punch to the gut for that outburst from Flint.
I sense Rob is so filled with rage and focused on arguing with me that his walls are dropping, so I question him, hoping to make him think about the things we’d like to know.
“Do you believe Galiana was going to keep you around after she had me in her clutches?”
“She’s figured out how to claim your powers permanently. Then she’ll throw your dead body out with the garbage.”
“And then what?” I demand. “She kills off all the supes? What’s the point of this madness?”
“They’re stealing our magic, so we’re going to end them before they end us.”
