EDEN POV
*I’m not a woman I’m a god - HASLEY*
The lock screamed before it broke.
Good.
I liked when dead things screamed.
Metal bent under my will, shrieking against the doorframe, sparks spitting into the stale air like frightened little stars. The scent of rust coated my tongue. Rust, silver, bleach, old blood, fear. So much fear.
It lived in the walls.
In the floor.
In the little cracks between the tiles where water had dried and blood had not.
The female behind the door whimpered.
I f*****g hated it. I f*****g hated all of this.
Then I felt my other half, finally coming back to life. My woman had been hurt, and I was f*****g going to make them regret it.
I’d been furious to be locked inside her, not being able to snarl ‘mate’ when the bond hit. Not being there when she went
