Bind the Soul by Annette Marie

Author:Annette Marie [Marie, Annette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, New Adult & College, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Coming of Age, Paranormal & Urban, Teen & Young Adult, Demons & Devils, Werewolves & Shifters, urban fantasy, paranormal, Young Adult Fiction
Amazon: B00ODOAOQO
Publisher: Annette Marie
Published: 2015-01-09T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

IT WAS a hallway of nightmares.

Every door had a large window revealing its occupant. Probably for the sake of “scientific” observation. Their occupants would haunt Piper’s dreams for a long time to come. She didn’t want to know what horrible experiments were being conducted on them. How long they’d been there. What they’d done to deserve such a terrible fate, if they’d done anything at all.

She had no choice but to look in each window as she jogged down the hall: A man with some kind of metal contraption in the place of his left arm, the wires glowing with bright blue magic. A girl with tubes sticking out of her body, an iridescent gold liquid flowing through them. By the fifth window, the horrible sights were blurring in her mind. She kept going, ignoring her shaking hands and trembling knees. Her back and stomach still hurt from Eisheth’s attacks, the pain a welcomed distraction. The Sahar glowed faintly, but the awful split feeling in her head had lessened.

With each room she checked, the edges of panic sharpened. She stopped in front of the last window and stared at the daemon on a metal hospital bed; wires that crackled with electricity ran from his body to machinery. Ash wasn’t there. He wasn’t there. She’d already been in the building for way too long. Now what? He had to be here somewhere. Eisheth’s presence had confirmed it. But where?

She turned away from the window and pressed both hands to her face for a brief moment. As she dropped them, the glowing Sahar swung on its chain and its light caught on a shiny metal edge. Piper stepped closer to the end of the hall—an obvious dead end.

Or not.

Tucked in the shadows was one last door—solid, uninterrupted steel with a massive, locking deadbolt.

She shook out the keys she’d taken from Eisheth and picked the largest one. The lock clacked loudly. She slid the bolt across and, heart pounding, cracked the door open. A narrow strip of light from the hallway cut into the empty room beyond.

Empty except for Ash.

He sat against the far wall, shoulders hunched, head hanging forward. As the light fell across him, he slowly raised his head. His eyes—two black pits of hate—met hers.

She swallowed hard, searching for a sign of recognition. Of sentience. Scabbed wounds from a lash or whip crisscrossed his bare chest. Dried blood ran from under the heavy collar around his neck. Dark bruises stained one side of his jaw.

Taking deep, steadying breaths, she pushed the door wide open and cautiously stepped into the room. Her heart pounded, urging her to hurry, but she didn’t dare rush. Ash watched her, his face an emotionless mask, his eyes black as ever. Something was clearly missing from his stare. The wolf-like intensity was the same, but she’d never seen him—or any daemon—so deeply shaded. Was Vejovis right? Had the collar driven Ash into madness? Fighting panic as she tried to figure out what to do, she stepped closer.

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