Page 154 of His Trick

Our movements became a litany, and my spoken words a fucking sermon. I could see the lull of the drugs in their system take hold, their bodies getting weaker, fading into the darkness for the next part of my ending.

The cage wasn’t a prison anymore.

It was an altar, and I’d have them both kneeling on it in the end.

You chose her.

Who the fuck were these two men around me?

I lay on the ground, paralyzed, my entire world feeling off its axis. My brother had gone insane and was tormenting my fiancé.

He made him hurt me. And then he…

I couldn’t make sense of any of this.

Carrington shoved a drug into Shiloh’s mouth, stroking his cheek and brushing his hair out of his face.

It was like a lover’s touch.

What the fuck?

Carrington didn’t touch anyone. From the moment he was born, he repelled even cuddles. Yet he caressed my fiancé as if…he loved him.

“What is he to you?” I said softly, unable to move as the drugs filled my veins and made me sleepy.

I needed answers.

I needed to know why my brother was so cruel to me.

What led me to being caged by my own blood while the love of my life screamed at him like they knew each other better than me?

“He is mine, dear sister. Mine.”

I furrowed my brow.

His? He was claiming my fiancé? Why?

“Why are you doing this to me, Carrington? I’m your sister…”

His eyes never looked more cruel as he lay Shiloh down beside me, then walked toward me with a syringe.

“Not everything is about you, Alexandra. Not everything is a toy for you to play with until you get bored.”

My brain raced as he reached me, my body too weak, the lull too strong to pull free of it.

“I should thank you, sister. It’s you who will make him finally see. You will open his eyes when you close yours.”

I tried to fight. Tried to pull away, but the needle pierced my skin, and I couldn’t feel anything.

I was completely paralyzed, seeing everything around me but unable to move.

Why can’t he leave us be? Why can’t he let me be loved?

Iwoke up in the fucking dark.

My head felt foggy, like someone pulled warped glass over my eyes, making everything hard to see and understand. Xanthy wasn’t beside me anymore. I was naked, lying on what felt like…hay?

Did my psycho take us out of the mansion? Where am I now?