Cursed Souls: Soul Eater Trilogy by Karri Roberts

Author:Karri Roberts [Roberts, Karri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Tales Press
Published: 2023-08-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

I woke to the last strains of music. A melancholic noise of mourning losses. It tugged at me and I opened my eyes into the reddish tinge of late afternoon. Someone had put a pillow under my head. I stared at the red tinted sunlight for a while before struggling up on my elbows. Crow was sitting cross-legged before me, doing that thing where his eyes were closed and he was imitating a statue. His eyes didn't snap open at my movement, and I tried not to make any more movements. I didn't want to interrupt this rare moment. A still moment when I could shamelessly gape at him in a natural light, where even though he looked like a statue, there was humanness to him. I’ve heard of Golems, but I couldn't reconcile his image with the shambling clay monsters in old horror movies. It’d be a pity if he was a Golem. While it would explain his devotion to Lucifer, it’d also made it unlikely that he would ever not do Satan’s bidding. The black thoughts tainted the quiet pool, and I sighed.

Crow opened his eyes and for a moment the repose gave him a soft, helpless look that would have been made much better if he had bed hair. Instead, he blinked, and the look was gone. What sat before me was Satan’s Scarecrow.

"Golem."

"What?"

"That’s my second guess." I sat up straight.

"Do you know what a Golem is?"

I heaved my shoulders. "A rock person."

"And I look like this—rock person."

"You might be the one Venus made and turned human."

"Pygmalion," he corrected. "Pygmalion carved a statue and prayed to Aphrodite to grant his statue life."

"Forgive me for not brushing up on my myths; my school was all about the importance of mathematics. Calculus, if you would believe. For all that good, it did me. Mr. Hartman lied to me."

Crow cocked a brow. "He said you were going to be a mathematician?"

"No. He said I'd end my life working at a Starbucks."

"Your life isn’t over yet."

I blinked, enchanted by his attempt at humor. "Glad to know."

Crow twisted around and brought a small basket from behind him. It was packed full of pomegranates. "Something better than nectar. I see it's not to your liking."

I noted he'd taken the cup away. "Thank you," I said, meaning it as I accepted the basket. "Are you having some, or is it all for me?"

"Are you offering?"

"Yes. One."

"How generous," he said wryly.

"I know."

"If you’ve shaken off the effects of your sleep, it's time to continue."

Groaning and whining weren’t considered lady-like, but I did both and whined some more when he informed me I would hide behind my walls this time, but actively pushing him back and attempting to breach his own mind as well.

While not an unmitigated disaster, it was a disaster as well. Maybe it was age, maybe it was because we weren’t of the same species, but grappling with his will was as draining as trying to lift a house and toss it a mile away.

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