Ruin Box Set by Bane Lucian

Author:Bane, Lucian [Bane, Lucian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-11-27T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

She was suddenly behind him. “Go where?”

“The assignment. I have to go now.”

“We have to,” she reminded him.

He nodded, remembering, hating that part.

“I’ll get dressed and we’ll get it done, come back and that’s it, okay?” She reached and stroked his face and he moved her hand off.

“I need to think.”

“Okay,” she said quietly. But Ruin heard the pain in her voice and . . . he wanted to make it worse. He felt sick again and turned to the toilet, throwing up everything in his guts.

“Why are you throwing up?”

“I don’t fucking know! Get away from me.” Hate and loathe coursed through him. He went to the sink and rinsed his face with cold water then turned, feeling confused. He needed to dress. What room was he in? Spying her purse, he assumed hers and hurried to his own to get dressed.

He exited and Isadore stood outside his door, waiting. Not wanting to look at her for reasons he couldn’t explain, he turned right out of his door, passing the truck. There was a hard urge to walk that he couldn’t resist.

Did that mean the assignment wasn’t far? He hoped not. Ruin wanted to get it over with. He didn’t want to think about why this judgment was different and how. He didn’t want to think about what was bad about it. And he especially didn’t want to think about how eager and hungry he was to do it or the fact that he could barely stand the sight and smell of Isadore now.

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Isadore couldn’t help it. She was downright scared, and not showing it was getting pretty darn hard and her quirks stepped up to help with that as she counted Ruin’s brisk steps through the dark. “Slow down! Do I have to be with you or not? You’re going to lose me on foot. Jesus.”

He spun to her and pointed. “No God talk on this mission!”

She came to an abrupt halt at seeing his face, his eyes. The tattoos seemed to have spread into half his face, and one of his eyes appeared . . . “Don’t move!” She ran to catch up to him and he glared at her with . . . “One of your eyes is . . . oh my God, purple!”

He merely growled at her like an animal and spun away, forcing Isadore nearly to skip walk to keep up. Fifteen minutes of that pace and Isadore was outright sweating. Wow. Ruin walked like Jason on Friday the 13th in a marathon murder spree.

Soon she realized they were heading out of the little town. She’d given up asking where they were going, he was in terminator mode and seemed very . . . inhuman.

Ruin suddenly stopped and Isadore peered ahead, seeing an old bridge and shadowed silhouettes on it. By the time he started walking again, she’d just caught up. “Who is that?” she asked, back to skip running after him.

Of course, he didn’t answer. There seemed to be three at the bridge and Ruin stopped at the foot of it and watched.

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