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Simon nodded weakly, a single blood tear escaping his
eye. “I didn’t know, never dreamt such wickedness would be brought against
you.”
“You shouldn’t have done that, but I understand why
you did. But no one, no one needed to suffer this with me.”
The pain flashed through his eyes again as gasps
spread around the room. It was almost comical how similar this was to when I
barred those at the display from scanning us. Louie started to tremble as he
held me. Nicholas looked like he might collapse. Only poor, blessed Declán
didn’t know any of what Simon had witnessed. Sometimes being without certain
abilities was a good thing.
Declán seemed to be losing patience though. He only
knew that, from his point of view, Simon had attacked me, but that now everyone
was upset and looking at him and me with pity and pain. “What am I not getting
here? He bit you, without permission!
But now you’re worried about him; Louie and Nicholas look on the verge of
puking or taking you and running. Argh!”
Poor thing, but right then I couldn’t explain any of it to him. Not without
losing what progress Simon had inadvertently granted me.
Peony was the one to take pity on Declán. “Dec, please
calm down. Simon did do what you said, but what you don’t understand is he was
trying to help her. He merged with her mind and saw firsthand the torture that
was paralysing her mind. His ability in this area is more developed than any of
ours. He can forcefully pull the desired event and feelings without her intent
or effort. But look, she’s still letting Louie hold her. When she first
returned, she wouldn’t let anyone touch her.”
“His mind’s in more danger right now than mine,
honestly,” I interrupted. “He lived as a traditional vampire from the moment of
his transformation until he joined us but he was never cruel; never took
pleasure in torture and pain with his meals.” I stumbled over the last word,
but was determined not to let my feelings on such taint my explanation. As I
continued to speak I pulled Simon to me. I knew exactly what he’d just gone
through, though I didn’t know how deep the connection was–did he watch or did he feel too? “What he just witnessed and to an
extent felt was...” I couldn’t find the words to explain such sick, vile,
wickedness.
Simon collapsed in my lap, his head on my knee. He
managed to articulate one thought before losing himself to the sobs breaking
through his control. “The mutilation of your soul.”
Áine P Massie is originally from Florida, she now lives in Wisconsin where she works on her House Millar series full time while raising four children (the term herding cats comes to mind). Her major in College was Childhood Education (specializing in ages zero to five) with a minor study in Deaf Culture/ASL. She is also a Wiccan priestess dedicated to the gods, family, and love.
Áine is a proud member of the Rom-Critters, the Romance Writers of America®, Celtic Hearts Romance Writers, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Áine has always had a particular fascination with vampires, mythology, and the unusual. When she can escape from her children and books, she enjoys . . . oh yes, reading, playing, ritual, a good cappuccino, and working with her healing stones.
Her first published work came in high school where she was part of a writing and drama group. However, she’s been reading the likes of Shakespeare and Poe since late elementary school and enjoys most forms of fiction.
Áine is a proud member of the Rom-Critters, the Romance Writers of America®, Celtic Hearts Romance Writers, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Áine has always had a particular fascination with vampires, mythology, and the unusual. When she can escape from her children and books, she enjoys . . . oh yes, reading, playing, ritual, a good cappuccino, and working with her healing stones.
Her first published work came in high school where she was part of a writing and drama group. However, she’s been reading the likes of Shakespeare and Poe since late elementary school and enjoys most forms of fiction.
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