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It was my fault.
Everything in me shattered into a million pieces. The voices wouldn’t go away no matter how hard I tried to shut them off. My ears bled from the intensity of the screams. It couldn’t even be classified as scream; more like a mix between a wicked, sinister laughter and a deep weep, a cry for help.
“Why did you do it, Davorin?”
Soft, yet dominant as I remembered it to be, her voice made me snap my head towards her.
Slowly, Kaya got to her knees. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders in loose waves. Bright, blue eyes stared at me. Her beauty was one of a kind. Thrilling, captivating, and dangerous. All of the things I loved were represented in her. She was all of them.
Blinking, I tried comprehending her words, yet I couldn’t understand it. My head tilted to the side, and I frowned.
“What?”
“Why did you bring them here? Did you want me to die that badly?”
I shouldn’t have blinked.
Her soft face suddenly became as pale as a piece of paper. Ekaterina grinned widely. Her teeth were rotten, and blood spilled out of the sides of her mouth. Her eyes turned pitch black, and the rest of her body had decayed.
“It’s your fault.”
With the last ounce of strength that I had, I wrapped my hands around her throat. It wasn’t real—this wasn’t Kaya. My Kaya wasn’t this monstrous creature that stood before me.
Despite the pressure I put into the strangulation, all she did was laugh like a maniac. The more I pressed, the more blood dripped from her mouth, nose, eyes. Until, slowly, she morphed into one of the dark figures that tried to pull me into the darkness.
“I had my whole life ahead of me. You swore to protect me, but you ended up killing me. You deserve to die with me.”
Anger like I hadn’t felt before overpowered me. Her rotten hands were around my throat, returning the favor I’d given her. She coughed as I put all my strength into killing the creature. This wasn’t my Kaya.
There was no point in fighting the grip on my throat. The only person who made me want to live was dead. I deserved to die alongside her. She was right.
I no longer struggled, releasing her from my grip. She inched closer, pushing me towards the figures behind me. I didn’t do anything. I let them drag me beneath, into the pool of blood, the pool of nothingness.
NINE
EKATERINA
“You’re very lucky.”
Doctor Beckett removed the needle from the vein before patching it up nicely. Two bags of drawn blood later, she was on her feet, packed and ready to leave. She was doubtful but didn’t voice her opinion.
“I know.”
I cleared my throat immediately; the aching made it harder to speak. If it hadn’t been for the locket Rhea got for me, I would’ve been dead. The bullet went into the metal, and it worked as a bulletproof vest. It still left a bruise and knocked me off my feet.
Though the bruise on my chest wasn’t nearly as bad as the one on my neck.
I glanced towards Davorin’s sleeping figure on the couch that had been filled with bullet holes. The rest of the house was trashed, and everything was broken. Nothing was usable, and the easiest thing to do was burn the whole place to the ground.
“This is the last time I will do this.” Doctor Beckett sighed. Her eyes wandered throughout the room. When she’d arrived, she barely agreed to draw my blood here. But I couldn’t leave in my state, and she’d reluctantly agreed.
“I don’t think we need more blood. For now, keep it safe until I call you.”
She nodded. “What do you want me to do about him?”
“Leave him to me.”
Last night was… something. I didn’t know he would think I actually died. His eyes were blank; it was one of the worst manic episodes I’d seen. It was the wrong move to approach him in that state, but he’d mutilated the assassin’s face beyond recognition. He even threw up, but it wasn’t enough to break the spell.
