Tortured Souls by Richard Hein

Author:Richard Hein [Hein, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Shit.

“We already went over this,” I said, forcing my voice steady. “Sanctuary is…”

“Oh please,” Dieter said. “Lauren? Seriously, Samuel?” A faint wind swirled between us, which was impressive given we were standing on a little moon without a sun to heat the air. A side effect of Dieter’s emotions? I shivered.

“I have no idea…” I began. Dieter glanced over at Stefan, who had remained quiet, then took a step toward me. I stumbled back against the door.

“Samuel, when someone lays an accusation at your feet and you know it to be true, there’s no point in trying to deny it.” Dieter’s arms crossed. “It’s just plain rude. I figured you didn’t want Kate to know, and you’re thrice damned for keeping things from her again, but I think this bears discussion.”

“Lauren?” Stefan asked, head swinging between the two of us. “Your ex? How exactly…” Stefan trailed off. Wide eyes fixated on me.

“Oh, Samuel,” Stefan said with a shake of its head. “Oh. Oh dear.”

“What do you want me to say?” I snapped. “Looks like something got in when I…” I swallowed, feeling like razor blades lined my throat, mauling the words as I tried to get them out. “When I killed her. I’m possessed. You here to bring me a gift basket and welcome to me to your stupid possessed club?”

“Oh, dear me, no,” Stefan said, grinning. “You’re not possessed.”

I blinked.

“Uh, how about your run that by me again. Maybe draw a diagram? I have a demon in my head. Like you guys.”

“Please stop using that word,” Dieter said with a sigh. “Why is insulting your first line of defense?”

“My mouth moves quicker than my brain,” I growled, throwing up my hands. “I wasn’t loved enough as a kid. I was dropped on my head more times than I care to count. Pick one and make with the explanation.”

Dieter eased down to the grass. I stared down, feeling a boiling need to kick something or scream. Ten. Nine. Eight. Instead I took a breath and dropped to the soft covering, crossing my legs like I was attempting another failed meditation. Stefan remained standing, pacing back and forth at the periphery of my vision.

“Possession isn’t like having a roommate,” Dieter said. One delicate and manicured hand snatched up a few blades of too-green grass and rolled them between fingers. The wind swirled up again, and Dieter let fingers open and watched the grass dance away on the breeze. “I’m not a German man that hears the voice of a being from anther dimension. We’re… Stefan? Help me out here.”

“Gestalts?” the other Twin supplied. “Hybrids?”

Dieter nodded. I scowled.

“No shit,” I said, deadpan. “I know. When Lauren was possessed it did a good job of playing her, but it wasn’t her. Personalities merge, blah blah blah.”

Dieter leaned over and thumped two fingers against my skull. “You’re you, Samuel. Lauren, or at least a twisted facsimile of her, is also in there. Side by side. Simultaneously. You have not merged; you’re…”

With a sigh, Dieter leaned back onto two hands.

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