Ricochet (The Rapture Book 1) by L.K. Reid

Author:L.K. Reid [Reid, L.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-08T16:00:00+00:00

Cillian paced the length of the room, giving me a fucking headache, while I crouched in front of the chair Ophelia was strapped to. I could hear Tristan’s voice somewhere behind me, arguing with somebody, but I was too focused on the knocked-out hellraiser to pay attention to whatever he was saying. There was an ongoing battle inside of me —one side didn’t give a fuck she was in this position in front of us, her head hanging, and blood seeping from the cuts on her hand and her cheek. The other side, that was the side I needed to silence.

That side wanted me to pick her up, and save her from this place. It wanted to heal the part of her that pushed us all into insanity.

“Is this what madness feels like?”

Her words from that night, from the fucking night that started changing everything, kept repeating in my head. Is it, is this madness?

We fought so much against it —against our families, our upbringing, everything that was making us this way, and for what? Only to end up in the same spot, if not, the worst one. I sometimes had a feeling that I was going on as a broken record, repeating over and over again how much she destroyed us, but I did the same.

What would’ve happened if I were stronger, smarter… What could we have been if we managed to escape all those years ago, instead of staying and trying to fight? They made an assassin out of her, a coldhearted, psychotic assassin. And I… I didn’t even know who I was anymore.

Was I a killer, a son, a lover, or was I just a lost man, trying to find his place in this sick world?

I stood up and walked toward her, fighting the urge to touch her, to make sure she was still alive. Even with the slow rising and falling of her chest, a clear indication she was still with us, I just wanted to hold her. Motherbitch, this is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.

I didn’t want to feel anything toward her. I didn’t want to love her. I didn’t want to care if she lived or died, I just didn’t want to have this suffocating feeling inside of me, drowning me, pushing me deeper.

Like a weight sitting on my chest, that’s what it felt like. As if somebody placed ten thousand pounds on me, and I carried it. I carried it well, but I didn’t want to do it anymore. I just wanted this fucking feeling to disappear.

I wanted her to disappear, to be gone. I needed to be free of this hold she had on me.

“Why, Phee?” I murmured. “I just want to fucking know, why.”

She was unconscious, unresponsive, but this was the only time I would even dare uttering these words. This woman, this beautiful, broken, sadistic woman in front me, she fed on other people’s emotions.

Good and bad.

“Kieran.” Tristan’s voice penetrated through the haze, through the pain my mind was putting me in.

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