Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,54
takes his knife and slashes his wrist wide open. I hiss and slap my hand to my own wrist inadvertently, but it doesn’t hurt. I’m not bleeding. I try not to gape at it. No one is supposed to know about the life connection that Shax and I have. It is a huge weakness for me and will put Shax in immense danger.
I glare at him as he bleeds all over the bat and my bed.
He shrugs at me, swaying in a non-existent wind. “Later, baby,” he says and then saunters out, leaving me to deal with a newly recharged Babe and a hesitant Incubus.
“Uhm,” he starts.
“Don’t say a word,” I grit out, climbing out of bed and lifting Babe up carefully to place in the corner.
He holds his hands up and scoots over to the far side of the bed.
I sigh and strip off the sheets, chucking them in the corner to burn in a small contained Hell fire. With a wave of my hand, a new set appears on the bed and I climb in again.
“Take two,” I say with a smile.
He returns the smile but says nothing.
Now that I am prone, I feel the drag of sleep pull me under. My eyes close and I feel my feet get wet.
I look down. I’m standing in pure white sand, the sky blue above me and an expanse of water stretched out for miles in front of me. Palm trees sway in the sea breeze. The white dress I’m wearing floats around me and I smile.
“Sid?” I call out.
“Annabelle.”
“Come to me.”
He appears next to me and I take his hand. “You did this for me?”
He shrugs. “I can create anything in a sub-conscious. Most beings fear the dark or at the very least, the uncertainty of it. That’s why I use it to draw the fears out.”
“Well, this is prettier,” I say with a smile.
“Not as pretty as you,” he says shyly.
I smile and lean my head on his shoulder. “Thank you for leaving Gregory alone.”
“I just wanted you to have something nice to look at.”
“I like looking at you.”
“Why?” he asks softly.
“Because I see you.”
He lets out a soft, sad laugh.
“Can you do me a favor?” I ask.
He stiffens. “What is it?”
“Can you go into Shax’s head and find out where he hid that box I’m looking for.”
He turns to me with a frown. “I could, but do you really want me to? I will end up feeding off whatever he fears.”
“He is like me; he doesn’t fear much.”
“Still…I will know his thoughts.”
“It’s okay,” I say with a sigh. “You don’t have to.”
“I will do anything for you.”
I pause. I’m onto something here. With Shax, for sure, but maybe also with Razor.
“How would you like to get all the fear you need from someone else?”
“Who?”
“The snake who let you out that wanted to hurt me.”
“Oh,” he says. “You want me to give him something to fear?”
“More than that. I want you to find out what he fears so that I can use it to punish him.”
“I will do that for you, Annabelle. I will do anything for you.”
“You’re sweet,” I tell him. “Thank you.”
We stand in silence for a while.
“I won’t tell anyone what I know,” he says carefully. “You can trust me to keep your secrets.”
“I know,” I say lightly. It is a big leap of faith for me, but I take the step and put my shaky trust in him.
“Are you going to kill him for violating you?” Sid asks.
“Who? Razor?” I ask. “Of course.”
“Don’t. I have a request. After you have punished him to your satisfaction, give him to me.”
I lick my lips. “What for?”
“To possess. His face is better than mine.” He says it with a twisted smile.
“I don’t think so, but okay,” I say with only a slight hesitation, but it seems a fair trade.
He turns to me and I lift my head off his shoulder to look up at him. He reaches out to trace the neckline of my dress, which is extremely low cut and shows off the tops of my tits nicely. “Your skin is flawless. Exquisite.”
I cup his face. “So is yours.”
He closes his eyes and leans into my hand. “Why are you so good to me?”
“I care about you.”
“Why?”
“There is something about you that speaks to me.”
“Can you ever love me?”
“I don’t know if I can love anyone. I don’t know what it means to love, romantically. I love my brother, my family, but that’s different. I want