Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,158

dripping blood, as I manage to overwhelm Violet’s mind. She grins, even as Idun begins merrily ripping her apart in front of our very eyes.

“Where the fucking hell did her monster go?” Emit snaps, shoving Talbot to the ground and forcing the blood-magic incubus to watch with us, as Idun loses her fucking mind.

I have to look away, unable to stomach what comes next. A flash of blood, and one muffled scream rings through my ears.

Though I can’t see the wolf and didn’t know he’d arrived, I hear Emit roar so loud the ground thunders under me.

It’s pandemonium after that.

On the ground, I remain on my hands and knees, slowly turning my head back, forcing myself to watch.

Helpless.

Always fucking helpless to stop Idun from doing whatever in the hell she fucking wants.

All that hope. I knew better, and still hoped she’d be able to do what we couldn’t—save herself.

We really were so fucking desperate to have her, that we hoped we were stronger than we are. We hoped Idun was weaker. We hoped Idun was behind us instead of ahead of us.

We hoped, even though we fucking swore we never would again.

My chest grows so heavy that it feels to be expanding inside a slowly closing vice with every breath I take. The staggered drumming of my erratic heartbeat drones in my ears, as my jaw grinds.

My eyes burn as I watch Idun savagely shred skin, adding it to the thinly sliced bits already decorating the ground. Nausea sweeps through me, and my heartbeat grows even more erratic.

I can’t move.

Can’t breathe.

Something hot and wet slides down my cheeks, as my eyes blur with more wetness. It spares me from seeing the vivid imagery of Violet’s body being decimated into nothing more than small bits and pieces.

I blink when Arion manages to escape Vance at last, blurring by me, as he stupidly charges Idun with wild abandon.

Vance drops to his knees next to me, staring blankly at the scene I can’t stomach viewing any longer. There’s a cold, dead look in his eyes like I’ve never seen before.

I…can’t even formulate a thought.

From my peripheral, I spot Idun blur to Arion, and she slams him to the ground, all while laughing.

“This. Is. Glorious,” she says on a happy sigh, as Emit charges her next. “I feel like I’ve had to hold back for so long.”

She’ll fucking kill the wolf.

Not that it matters.

It all turns into a distant echo, as some annoying movement on the ground tickles my ankles. It’s the only sign that I haven’t gone completely numb. Mentally, however, I’m now ready to check the hell out.

How can I endure an eternity of watching Idun do this to Violet?

How long will what sanity I have left remain?

Talbot is suddenly slammed to the ground next to me, and his head jerks to the side, as blood sprays from his mouth.

“You fucking said she was stronger!” Vance shouts through his manic rage, pummeling Talbot some more.

Talbot manages to shove him off, but my head is too foggy to care or pay more attention than that.

Marta knocks Emit to the ground, seconds before Idun’s hand can shove through his chest.

Instead, the hand shoves through Marta’s chest, and Idun’s grin only grows, as Marta’s eyes widen.

It’ll never end. We can fight for all eternity, and it’d all be irrelevant.

“I’m not ready to kill you just yet, Portocale. I’ll let you join your daughter in some family bonding, while I force you to watch everything I do to her for the rest of forever,” Idun gloats, smiling happily next to Marta’s face.

She shoves Marta to the ground, and Marta heaves for air, as blood pours from her wound. Idun grins at us, as I remain cemented to the ground.

She’s truly even fucking stronger than she ever was. Even if we were all at full strength, we would be ashes by the time we reached her just from her fucking heat the second she turned it on full-blast.

“As always, you’re at my mercy, and this time, I’m the one who planned the darling surprise for you,” Idun says, kicking Marta so hard it launches her into Emit.

Emit stumbles, as Marta flops to the ground next to him. Then the wolf snarls, savagely barking at Idun, his eyes wild and his monster begging for a chance to get at her throat.

“I could kill you, but I don’t have to. I can have Pandora cast you in silver, which will leave you utterly immobile. All the while, I’ll let