Let Sleeping Demons Lie_Godhunter_Book 25 by Amy Sumida

Author:Amy Sumida [Sumida, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I tried to follow Trevor; I searched for him through our link. But I couldn't sense him; not with our enchanted wedding bands—made to survive his shifts—or through our Blood to Heart bond. Trevor was completely gone. No; that's not accurate. Trevor had blocked me out. All I could sense was a dense fog. Impenetrable. Unfeeling. Cold.

Someone put a coat on me before I went after Trevor, but I don't remember who. I was reeling from the loss of my husband and of my dignity. My other lovers and my lions had witnessed my shame, and it felt as if every time they looked at me, they condemned me for it. Deep down, I knew it wasn't true; I was responding to the poisonous feelings Katila had shoved inside me using Trevor's body. It was my own revulsion that I saw in their eyes; my own condemnation.

That didn't make it any better.

I didn't stop moving; I traced to Moonshine, my house in Hawaii, and finally, Fenrir's island. All in a coat and nothing else. I must have looked insane. In fact, I know I did. Fenrir said as much when I burst into his bedroom; calling for Trevor. My other lovers were struggling to keep up with my tracing; using my ring to follow me, no doubt. But I was fast with fright, and I kept ahead of them. Which meant that I was alone when I barged in on the Great Wolf; no one with me to explain my frantic state.

“What happened to my son, Vervain?” Fenrir roared.

I had a feeling that he'd been asking me this for awhile; most likely since I'd first stormed into his bedroom. I'd gone through room after room in the Froekn hall systematically—a method to my madness—entering Fenrir's bedroom near the end. I'd startled him and Emma from sleep, and I was lucky Fenrir hadn't attacked me before he recognized me. But I had only stayed a few minutes; just long enough to be sure that Trevor wasn't there. Then I moved on to the next room. I searched under beds, in closets, and behind curtains. It would have been hilarious if I wasn't so scared.

“Vervain!” Fenrir grabbed me by my arms and shook me. “What happened to Trevor?”

I took one look into Fenrir's eyes—so much like Trevor's—and fell apart. I crumpled into his arms and started sobbing; brokenly telling him that I had betrayed his son, and Trevor had left me for it.

“What did you say?” Fenrir asked as his eyes filled with fury.

I kept seeing Trevor in Fenrir and that self-destructive part of me wanted him to hurt me again. Maybe it wasn't self-destructive; maybe there was some sense to it. Physical pain was so much better than emotional. I could deal with physical pain; gods know I've had enough of it that it should feel like pleasure by now. It was the heart that healed the poorest; the slowest. Cuts there could take years to heal, and even then, they might remain vulnerable to the slightest hit.

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