Descent by Fuller Tara

Author:Fuller, Tara [Fuller, Tara]
Language: ara
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: young adult, angel, Paranormal, Tara Fuller, Romance, reaper, entangled, nicolette day, New Adult
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Teen)
Published: 2015-05-07T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Gwen

The floor beneath the bed vibrated with the muffled beat of music from below. On the other side of the wall, someone was screaming, screaming, screaming. I curled my fingers into the mattress springs, wondering if they’d ever stop. If they were trapped in this hellish place for eternity, probably not. Somewhere Easton was screaming. I hadn’t heard him. But I’d felt him. His pain. His desperation. It had traveled through the fragile bond that strung us together, showing me things he’d never want me to know. Somewhere he was suffering. For me. I squeezed my eyes shut, but tears pushed past the barrier regardless. They rolled down the side of my face and sizzled on the still-smoking springs. I’d never cried before this. I didn’t like it.

I shivered despite the blistering heat, wishing I had my robe. The awful leather I’d been wearing was draped over the dresser, drying. When the furnace had blown, I’d done just as Easton had said and submerged myself in the water until the flames died out. To my surprise, nearly everything in the room had stood up to the heat. I guess everything that could burn had burned long ago. I couldn’t help but wonder where Easton had gone to escape it. Had he escaped it? A sick feeling bubbled inside me and I clutched my stomach to calm it. He had to be okay. If he wasn’t…

I curled into myself, whispering a quiet prayer, and then I heard it. A scrape at the window. My entire body stilled, paralyzed by fear. The window slid open and someone…something crashed inside. A groan rose from the floor, and I scrambled up from the bed, when a dark throbbing cloud of pain enveloped me.

“Easton?”

He pushed himself to his knees and unstrapped his belt and blade, letting them fall to the floor. The dark room kept his face concealed. I was afraid to see. I needed to see. He climbed onto the bed and collapsed beside me.

“Oh my God…” I brushed the hair back from his face. He winced under my touch. Bruises blotted out his pale skin, and blood beaded up from a cut on his lip. “What did you let them do?”

“I’m fine, Red,” he said, voice raw. He reached up and ran his fingers through my still-damp hair. “You listened.”

“Of course I listened. And you’re not fine,” I whispered, feeling his pain as if it were my own. I could see it. Dark, violent waves, pulling him under again and again. “You’re bleeding.”

He was bleeding for me. To keep me safe. My heart swelled, and an achy, unfamiliar feeling overwhelmed me.

He closed his eyes. “Maybe I like to bleed.”

“Maybe you’re an idiot.”

He cracked an eye open and chuckled. “Wow. I managed to get an angel of joy to call me an idiot. I’ve seen it all now.”

“And I just heard the infamous Easton laugh,” I retorted. “So I guess I’ve seen it all now, too.”

His gaze drifted down from my face, and his violet irises practically glowed in the dark.

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