Page 41 of Sapphire Scars


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Kyle spat on the ground, his fingers vised around my throat. “Gut him, Gary. I’ll finish him off.”

Henri shrugged and crossed his arms.

He didn’t say a damn word, never looking away from the two men.

His silence was absolutely petrifying.

An icy breeze whipped.

The heavy pound of surf against the cliffs sounded like the earth’s heartbeat.

I flinched for carnage.

I tensed for war.

But then…the two Masters bowed slightly and held up their hands. “This isn’t our fight. We’ll go.” With a quick glance at Kyle holding me as his shield, they marched toward the south end of the cave, brushed aside a curtain of dead shrubs, and vanished.

“Fucking cowards,” Kyle spat.

The moment they were gone, Rachel and Mollie charged back to Peter. Resting their hands on his unconscious form, they never took their eyes off Henri as he took a single step toward Kyle and me.

I scrambled for air. I flinched from the knife.

Henri didn’t drop his eyes to mine.

He seemed utterly saturated with darkness.

Kyle bristled behind me. “Take another step and I’ll slit her throat.”

Henri didn’t stop.

Footfall after footfall. He. Did. Not. Stop.

Tears stung my eyes as the connection between us snapped free.

Emptiness flowed from him.

Vacant emotions and bone-icing nothingness.

Kyle cut me deeper. “I’ll do it. I’ll fucking—”

Henri flew.

One second, he stalked us. The next, he knocked me backward, using my weight to crunch Kyle to the ground. With cold, vicious hands, he tore Kyle’s fingers off my neck, ripped him off me, then dragged him away, kicking and screaming.

Coughing and choking, I scrambled to my feet, swaying a little at the onslaught of so many pounding bruises. My skin glowed with crimson paint, but beneath the red sludge, my flesh already welted with purple and black. A morbid rainbow of bruises that marked me as the chosen one.

Rachel and Mollie charged to my side and clutched me close. “Are you okay? Did he—”

“Don’t.” Pushing past them, I limped forward, needing to keep my eyes on Henri.

He felt all wrong.

Lost.

Broken.

Kyle kept yelling obscenities and curses, all while Henri tossed him onto his back and planted a foot against his chest.

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