Page 22 of His Curse
"Well, that is what I choose to believe."
"Why?" Gods, he really is fucking nuts.
"Several reasons."
I wait for him to elaborate, and eventually he does. Reluctantly, I might add.
"One, you do not feel her death, do not experience the severing of your bond the way one would if she had died, or continued to live and eventually accept your rejection. You are in pain but slightly detached.” Zan holds his hand out for another smoke as he continues. "Two, you cannot remember killing her, and woke up with no evidence of actually doing so despite the fact that theotherdid harm her. Three, I feel as though The Maker would have given you a mate just as strong as you are, therefore could withstand even the most brutal circumstances, and I refuse to believe She is so cruel that She would have allowed a curse put upon your head as sacrifice for someone else only to take your mate from you later on. Why gift you with one only to allow her to die at the hand of your curse?"
"Your soul makes you quite the optimistic little fuck, doesn't it?"
Zan shrugs then grins like a bastard. "I simply believe if The Maker, The Creator of Life, can find mercy for even a most evil demon such as myself, then She should have it tenfold for someone like you. You may be cursed, but you are pure of heart, wolf. She cannot punish you for that."
There goes that fucking hope I didn't realize I had. That shit is growing by the second thanks to this impromptu therapy session.
"Now.” Zan lights the cigarette in his hand and nods toward the wall in front of us. "Tell me of this second nightmare so we can discuss your most curious obsession. I feel as though they are linked."
I just smile and sigh.
Needless to say, I had a pretty big grudge against the demon race before I met Zan but now… now I can honestly say he is an exception.
This asshole demon has been there for me from day one and over the past nine months, our bond has solidified even further.
Kind of ironic that a demon cursed me all those years ago only to have fate give me another as my best friend.
I'm not sure how I feel about all of it, but what I do know is that I'm grateful.
And I should probably start paying Zan by the hour if he keeps talking me through all my bullshit.
Chapter4
Master Plan
LARK
Four Days Later. August.
"Do you think they're going to bring in anyone new?" Chumani asks from across the table, her voice hushed and hands placed protectively on her belly. "Usually when they dothat,they have others to bring in."
Bella shrugs, her eyes glued to the door while her knee bounces like crazy under the table. "Maybe. I'm having a hard time understanding why they did what they did regardless of whether or not new people were coming in. They didn't need to get rid of anyone, especially considering there were so many that were the last of their kind. That's the point of this fucking place, isn't it? Experiment on what remains?"
"Hotah and I aren't the last, though."
"No,” I grunt as I pick at the paint on the worn and faded wood. "But you're the first and only mated pair to successfully conceive in captivity. Kentworth is going to keep you two for that reason alone, especially if..." I glance at her, then go back to picking paint.
"If our baby survives,” Chumani whispers. "He will, though; he’s strong. Strong like Hotah. I can feel it. He'll survive and he'll get out of this place, even if we don't."
"We're all getting out,” I whisper back. "I'm gonna make damn sure of it."
Bella places a gloved hand on my shoulder, the gloves that somehow keep her power dormant. “You have to stop trying to escape, Lark. Eventually they're gonna punish you in a way you won't come back from."
"Not happening. I won't stop until I get out and when I do, I'm getting help. I'm going to blow this place wide open and get every last one of us out."
I have to.
I can't watch thesedoctors, theseguards,kill any more people. I can’t watch them kill any more ofmypeople.
At this point I'm the only one who’s been here since the lab started and I have seen far too much death, far too much pain and suffering to allow it to continue.
