Page 145 of Shadowface

He’s a fragment…he’s not real.

He is hate—and he hates me.

I remain resolute and dig my heels into the ground. I need to reignite that love within him. It is the key to his sanity and the force that keeps him together.

I give him a flat stare. “I don’t know what you are. This isn’t you.”

As much as he hates me, he hates the people that created him more, for what they took from him. And I hate them, too.

Hatred and love, both possess the power to bring people together.

With a deep breath, my chest rises and falls rapidly as he looms over me, his gaze fixed downward. These are the eyes of everything that poisoned his mind.

I’m mesmerized by him. His lips are twisted and quirked in a way I’ve never seen before. He’s biting his lip, as if he wants to consume me. My life passes before my eyes, yet I remain frozen.

He’s here, fully here, and I’m not ready for him.

He plays with a lock of my hair and moves the glass down my neck. I swallow and sense the sharp edge as he slides it down.

Lower.

Lower.

Lower.

All the way down my belly so it’s in line with my pussy.

He drags off my mask and I open my mouth to say something, but he grabs my chin and rubs his finger over my lips.

“Don’t fucking talk, pretty girl,” he whispers. “Don’t fucking speak unless I tell you to speak, and maybe you’ll live through this.”

Mikael…this sounds like Mikael.

Our lips meet and I kiss him, slipping my tongue inside his mouth. I cup his face and move his hand over my breast. I moan, aware of Misty in the corner, staring at us.

He leans down and pulls my legs from underneath me, and we smash back into the wall with the weight of his body on top of me. My legs wrap around him and his dick presses right into my center. My body rolls into him as I find his lips again, and his body softens as I play with his tongue with mine.

Kiss him, just keep kissing him. Help him through whatever he’s going through. I’ll show him that my body and soul belong to him. We kiss, and he keeps pressing himself harder into me.

Harder.

Harder.

Harder.

I let out a squeak as I open myself to the mind of pure evil. My breath lengthens and I deepen my kiss as it seems to be working. Whatever he’s going through, I’m his cure, I know it. I’ll draw out whatever evil he has in him and bring it into me.

He’s been through enough.

Misty starts to cry beside us, sniffling like an idiot and catching his attention. He pulls his lips off me and his eyes draw over to her. They change again to that flickering god—the hatred inside him once again spewing out.

I pull him back to me. “Mikael, don’t do this,” I whisper, running my hands down the side of his body. “Let her go. You don’t have to kill her. You can have me, all of me, okay?”

His attention refocuses on me, and he looks down with a tenderness I can almost define as love. His dark hair gleams against his pale skin, his eyes flickering.

“I don’t want to kill her, Summer.” His voice is low and guttural. All his energy radiates off him as if he’s about to burst at the seams.

He moves his hands to my waist and runs his tongue along his teeth, placing a piece of glass in my hand.