Page 17 of His Curse
"Questions?"
We all shake our heads.
"Then get to it. Those bodies won't burn themselves."
I most definitely am going to kill this motherfucker, but first I'm going to figure out how to escape so I can go get help.
I’m the only one who doesn't have anything to lose, so it's up to me to get out, to go get help then come back for my friends as well as the others kept on East Hall.
It's up to me to get us out of here, to expose Kentworth and all the sick shit he's doing.
And you can bet your assmymate is gonna help me do it.
Colton Paddock better be ready because I've had one-hundred-and-thirty-two years to stew on our drama. One-hundred-and-thirty-two years to stay pissed off and to track his ass down, and since I was hunting him when Kentworth Labs got their hands on me about forty-five-years ago, you better believe Colton is going to bring this lab down with me.
Then I'm going to do exactly what I should have done the night we met.
I'm gonna punch him right in the balls then mate his ass before he has a chance to reject me again.
Chapter3
Therapy Session
COLT
"Lark!" Her name tears from my throat on a guttural scream, an anguished scream, aguiltyscream, as my body shoots upright in bed.
My sheets are soaked in sweat and torn to shreds right down to the mattress, the springs exposed through the linens and foam. I’m tangled in the bedding; the cotton is binding my legs that are still thrashing, and it’s wrapped around my torso as my arms jerk and flail. My claws are digging into my palms, my fangs ache from the way they burst from my jaws without my knowledge. And my heart, that useless organ in my chest, is beating wildly against my ribs, thumping away so hard it feels like I’m about to have a heart attack.
I blink repeatedly and quickly as I try to clear the image from my mind and erase the carnage I saw, the carnage that doesn’t belong to my memories.
I can barely breathe.
My lungs struggle for air; they expand and contract rapidly, almost as rapidly as my racing heart.
And what makes the dream even more real, what confirms that it isn’t a memory but something else entirely is the fact that I smell smoke and fire, the unmistakable scent of burning flesh and blood. But it isn’t her blood. It’s not her blood I smell this time.
It's the blood of others, many others: vampires and shifters, but not just wolf. I scent so many other creatures in that charred and black smoke. Others only I can smell, creatures only theothercan smell.
I can physically scent mass murder, sterile death, and fiery finality.
And just as it begins to fade, as that horrible odor starts to disappear, the faintest touch of orange blossom drifts through the air. A citrusy sweet promise over the smell of total destruction, and I see her, see her just as I did the first time—the only time, the last time. Standing at the water’s edge, a small and radiant smile pulling at her lips, I see my beautiful mate, my gorgeous Birdie.
"I find this to be my least favorite way to discover you."
My eyes snap to the corner of the room, my hackles raised for about two seconds before those glowing amethyst orbs come into focus through the shadows.
Fucking Zan."Then quit breaking into my house when I'm asleep."
He shakes his head and leans forward so I can see him a little clearer. “Stop giving me reason to."
I roll my eyes and lift a shaky hand to my forehead.
Fuck, I'm burning up.
Not like a fever; I’m burning up like I was standing directly in front of whatever hell I just dreamt of. Even my throat is dry, and my eyes are itchy and blurry. My skin is so hot and tight, so dry it literally feels like I was standing next to the flames I could smell, standing so close I was practically inside them.
The smell is gone now, though, gone just as quickly as it came. Even the orange blossom and the vision of my Birdie have faded.
