Mark of the Fallen: A Fallen Novel by Jones Tanisha

Author:Jones, Tanisha [Jones, Tanisha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-08-30T07:00:00+00:00

"You let them rape me, do unthinkable things to me...murder me and send me to … you knew I was in Tartarus and you left me there … you left me … to do what they did … the pain." She reached out, grasping Nyx's face in her hands.

Flashes of memory ricocheted through Nyx's head, images of men, and some women, their sinister, smiling faces close as they did what they wanted to her. They touched her in the most intimate places, using her as they saw fit, marveling at her beauty, all wanting to leave a mark on her, all wanting a piece of her. She could feel the pain and embarrassment, she could feel the metal bangles cut into her wrists and ankles and hear the ting of bells with each thrust. The palace servants, who'd once felt sympathy for the girl had taken to spitting and putting shards of glass and animal dung in her food and speaking of her in hushed tones, as their king fell deeper into his depravity and obsession for her. She felt a brief ray of hope when the king was killed, only to be used and tortured by another before her own sweet release into death. A death that was plagued with more of the unending nightmare of existence.

Nyx's own eyes filled with tears, her body ached and her heart felt as if someone had it in a vice, tightening it with each beat. She whimpered, her body going limp, and she began to fall, but Celeste held steady, wanting her to see and feel everything she'd endured, not knowing how she was doing it, but she was, she was sharing her burden.

"They broke me, Nyx. They fucking broke me and you let them," she snarled, before finally releasing Nyx's face. Celeste moved away from Karim, not wanting anyone to touch or look at her.

She turned her back to them, going to open the curtains to feel the moonlight on her face. She could feel their eyes on her and hear Nyx as she choked on her sobs. Karim remained silent and still, watching her.

She stared into the sky wondering how different her life could have been if only...if only, she sighed. "Now," Karim said in an even voice, reclaiming his seat. "Tell her about the mark."

***

Karim was going to go to Celeste, but she looked as if she would rip off the arm of anyone who came near her at the moment. She was a ball of vibrating energy, her eyes a pale silver, her nails digging into her palms, leaving little crescent shaped cuts. He knew this because he could smell her blood; the scent of heated sugar and vanilla may have gone unnoticed to Nyx, but he could smell it. In the last few hours, her every scent, every mood, every hair on her body burned into his memory. He knew that tonight had been an emotional tsunami for her and this little moment was only the eye before the inevitable storm.

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