Pandora's Box - Eve Newton Page 0,9

the side.

Sid sits up quickly, scooting off the bed to crush himself into the corner of the room furthest away from me, his knees up against his chest. “Don’t be too hasty to judge,” he whispers.

I grab a hold of my temper quicker than I have in history. Gregory will be proud.

“I’m sorry, Sid,” I say quietly. “Please, don’t be afraid of me. I won’t ever hurt you.”

He nods, but he doesn’t remove himself from the corner.

I clench my fists, digging my sharp nails into my palms. “Tell me what you know.”

“Not much. Just a vague feeling of this place. I don’t know where it is. He is struggling with a decision that is weighing on him.” He scrunches up his face. “It’s difficult. Painful…”

“Hey,” I say, approaching him as quickly as I dare. I drop to my knees in front of him and put my hands on his knees. “You don’t have to do this. I will find him another way.”

“But this helps you. I want to help you. I want to have a use…”

“Oh, Sid. You don’t need to have a use. That’s not why I want you. Your being here is enough for me. We can take this as slowly as you are comfortable with.”

“He is tormented,” he whispers. It’s strained and I hate what this is doing to him. “He has a choice to make.”

“Between Hell and Heaven,” I say bitterly, slumping my shoulders. “He is part Angel. I should’ve expected this. But I thought he was happy here. Well, as happy as he could be. Have I done this to him? Is it my fault that he left me to see if the other side was a better choice for him?”

“I don’t know,” Sid says quietly. “I can’t read that much from him. I can try harder.”

“No, you don’t need to, my love. Rest now. You have done more than enough. Thank you.” I stroke his face with the back of my hand.

I am aching to Shift and destroy. I am holding onto it for dear life so as not to scare this fragile male in front of me. My stomach is churning, I feel nauseous. The brand on my mound is burning like the fires of Hell, but I smile at him and kiss him softly.

His twisted lips form a smile of understanding. “Go and do what you need to do. I will find a room and be here when you need me.”

“I will always need you,” I whisper and kiss him again. The need to force him to service me to get rid of the fury that has built up is now strong. But I can’t do that to him. I need to find a male, or two, who will fuck the rage out of me, and I know just where to start.

I stand up and with a final smile at Sid, I flame out of Shax’s room to the one male that I already know can get this job done and do it well.

Chapter 6

Killian

I haven’t moved since Annabelle left and the other males filtered out of the Dining Hall. I have been contemplating my future if she goes ahead and walks the Earth. It will be catastrophic for Earth if the Four Horsemen are called to converge in one place all at the same time. We will be brought to her by her power as the Anti-Christ and I will be the one to step forward and start the Apocalypse. It’s all very well in theory, but the reality of that is something that makes my blood run cold.

Will I survive in a war against Heaven’s elite? I don't have an answer for that. A few days ago I couldn’t have cared less – it is what I was made for, after all – now, after agreeing to be with Annabelle, things have changed.

I have changed.

The connection that I have to her is, in a word, startling.

I smile as I feel the tingling burn of the ‘A’ on the back of my neck. I touch it and hiss as it fires up. My smile turns to a small chortle as I remember her face when I did the same to her. She was livid. However, if she was really that pissed off about it now, she would have fired back at me. I wasn’t surprised at all that the mark stayed imprinted on her skin, so is the depth of our connection. She is Hell and I am bound to this