Trapping Sophia: Disciples 6 by Sweet Izzy & Moriarty Sean

Author:Sweet, Izzy & Moriarty, Sean
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-05T00:00:00+00:00

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Much of last night was a blur of emotions for me. Each death does that to me. I don’t know why. I should be used to them by now. But it’s as if every one of them hits me in a different way.

Each one hurts and enrages me.

I talked to Peter about it once. He was drunk as shit that night I picked his ass up so he didn’t get in a car wreck.

I remember the words that fucking broke my damn brain for days.

“You’re my brother, you’re my best friend, and you’re the Ferryman Charon. That’s why Matthew’s brought you into this part of the family. You’re going to make sure we’re all sent across the River Styx. He’s got you doing it because you grieve for all of us. Bart the Betrayer, Thomas the Watcher, Paul the Protector. All of us eventually. It’s because we can’t grieve for the fallen like you do.”

His words were slurred from his drinking, but he was clear of thought.

That was the last time I got to talk to him.

Sophia held me through the night. She wrapped her body around mine. She forced her presence into my very being. She stopped the walls from crumbling in around me.

I would have killed again last night.

I would have murdered someone, somewhere.

I would have ended a life just so they would have been forced to accompany my brother as his eternal slave when he reaches his end.

But she kept me bound to the earthly world.

Rolling over to be face to face with her in the early morning lights, I push my forehead against hers.

“Thank you,” I murmur to her slowly waking eyes. “I… I love you, Sophia.”

“James,” she says quietly.

Shaking my head, I say, “In your own time. You feel it now, I know you do. You just can’t admit it to yourself yet. Kinda like how you already know my dick has ruined you for all other men.”

“Ugh.” She scrunches up her nose at me. “You’re such a douchey frat boy.”

She doesn’t pull away though, and I think we both know what that means.

She fucking loves me and my douchiness.

The phone rings on my nightstand and I wait to see if I feel my stomach drop.

When the feeling doesn’t arrive, I flop to my back and pull Sophia close to my chest.

Hitting the speakerphone, I say, “John.”

“Me, Beth, Charlie, and Amanda are stopping by for breakfast in a couple hours,” Johnathan snickers before disconnecting the call.

“Motherfucker,” I growl.

“I don’t have any clothes,” Sophia says with a groan.

“I’ll call Uriel,” I grumble.

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