with the abrupt change in conversation.
“I’m well aware,” Marta bites out. “We’re discussing you and that rotten wolf binding my daughter to you with marks so much more substantially larger than the norm. I will find a way to reverse—”
“As those abilities expanded, she grew almost unstoppably powerful,” he continues, interrupting her, his voice remaining icy.
Barely peering around the corner, I take in the very stern, almost angry look on Damien’s face.
“Don’t lose your head, Violet,” he says in a nearly mocking tone, causing Marta to narrow her eyes.
He scratches his head, taking a step back, laughing bitterly under his breath.
“It implies you knew she was going to turn immortal. But how could you possibly suspect any such thing?” he asks her, slamming his hand on the wall beside her face.
“You dare to—”
She cries out in pain suddenly, her hand reaching to her head as blood trickles from her nose.
Just what the hell do we have here?
How the hell is Damien penetrating Marta Portocale’s mind?
“Why haven’t you given Edmond an old-fashioned ass-stomping? Why haven’t you been more riled by us being with Violet? Why are you playing things this emotionlessly, when you’re the most passionate out of all of us? How is it your Portocale blood isn’t boiling with me this close?”
He snarls at her, and she straightens, the pain clearly gone from her, as her jaw grinds. When her eyes narrow, he backs up a few respectful feet, never removing his gaze from her.
“How did you do that?” she practically demands.
“For the moment, I’m high off the rush turning Violet into my Flame gave me.”
Marta cuts her gaze away, the muscle along her jaw jumping.
“It does kill you for her to be ours. Considering our lengthy, dark history, it’s rather unsurprising, and even warranted. Start answering my questions, because there are too many more questions piling up. I’m not standing still right now, Marta. I’m not turning a blind eye anymore. She’s my Flame now.”
“And my mate,” comes Emit’s voice, while he enters from the other side of the room.
Damien doesn’t seem overly concerned with the intrusion, as Emit stands on Damien’s side like the two of them are a team.
What’s this new development?
See?
Watching and listening does do some good. I wish I could turn invisible. Damn Damien Morpheous for having that edge.
With these scent-masking apple products of Violet’s, he’ll have ample opportunity to spy on anyone, unseen and without scent.
“I’m about to go after Idun while I’m this charged,” Damien abruptly confesses, causing Marta’s breath to stutter. “It’s the strongest a Morpheous will ever temporarily be, and I left two hellacious marks on her that prove I’m supercharged. I have the only alpha bloodline that gets a temporary power boost from such a claiming. It’s possible I can lock her away in her mind, since I easily penetrated your own.”
“He did the same to me,” Emit tells Marta.
Why are they telling her and not Vance and I?
Attacking Idun’s mind? He’s too arrogant. She’ll break him if he goes inside there.
“You’re a fool,” Marta tells him, echoing my thoughts. “Why would you even make me aware of something this stupid?”
“The need to protect Violet has intensified ten-fold. I’d forgotten about that part,” Emit says, eyes on Marta. “I believe he can do it. But first you’re going to answer his questions.”
Emit looks as ready to rip Marta apart as Damien.
I’d of course love to rip Marta apart, but the two of them seem especially adamant.
Marta’s eyes go cold and dead in the next instant.
“The four of you, along with Idun, wanted nothing more than a world where we were living, instead of just barely surviving,” Marta bites out. “Arion, humbly, only longed for a home. The rest of you salivated at a chance for riches and eternal life with a woman, who you believed set the standard, even though you sometimes hated her for how good she was at living life without regret.”
She shoves at Damien’s chest, and he allows it, eyes never leaving her and expression remaining unchanged, as he drops back a casual step to maintain his balance with ease.
“Immortality wasn’t enough. You had to create more monsters, and painted the picture that you were saving these strapping young people from their deathbeds before their time. Offering them a watered-down version of immortality, but still, it was better than death. All because you needed more.”
Her voice rises on that last word, her eyes wide as tears brim her eyelids. “Trapped for all eternity with all of you,