Page 47 of Prey for Me

“So you’d give up,” Raphael says, never shying away from being the voice of cruelty.

I push past Leo plod down the.

He grips my wrists and looks at me. I want to kill him. But in his eyes I see my fury matched, intserfied, resentment and deninl molded into determination.

“We go to the Lighthouse.”

Raphael and Leo keep their gazes steady, but I can tell they don’t like it.

“We get out revenge. For your sister. And for what the wolves did to us. What the wardens the eleitle robbed from us.”

I nod as he grasps my shoulders and then kneads my necks. His hands rub rythmitcally, methodically, over the mark.

“A pack bows only to their queen,” Nakoa whispers before claiming my lips. His kiss is tender, salted by the ocean spray.

“Will you take your revenge with me? With us,”

Cruel. So cruel, and yet, we’re all we have. If Faith is dead, then…

“Yes,” I whisper, not trusting myself to scream. I know I’m unworthy, useless, all the things Father used to hurl at me for being an omega. But there’s one thing I know for sure.

Vengeance will be ours.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

GRACE

“Grace?”

Leo’s voice is tentative which is so unlike him.

Water. I demand, because my esophagus feels like sandpaper lined with broken glass.

He guides the cup to my lips and I drink until my throat aches. How hard and long had I screamed for my sister as she drowned on that cursed ship?

I slap myself and also grab my hand, confusion and fury etched onto his face.

No, I can’t think like this. Faith is alive. She’s that beacon. And she’s trapped on the most dangerous sector of this godforsaken island.

He places the book into my lap but I don’t open it. I don’t want to read. I don’t want to escape. I was to live and breathe any emotion outside of my pain.

“Eyes are the windows into the soul and books are portals to different worlds,” Leo says to my astonishment.

What story does mine tell? I ask.

My eyes.

He looks away and swallows hard, the scars around his neck tightening, constricting like a white snake.

Food? I ask

When you’re ready.

I’m hungry now.

And your throat is a mess. Wash first.

Scrubbing my breasts and butt aren’t as important as filling my belly right now.