Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,142

and I’m dying. I’m asking you to protect him until he can face what he created.”

“Grab him,” he snarled, holding me tightly. “I have a plan, Lena. I need you to trust me. Please trust me.”

“I trust you because I love you. And I know you love me too, even though I’m reckless and fucked up bad this time. I messed up the backup plan.”

“Plan B isn’t going to work now,” Spyder stated.

“Then we go with the original plan I had,” Lucian announced. “Get the others to Club Chaos, now. Time is running out. I am calling in all the favors I have collected since the beginning. Find the debtors, and tell them I am collecting.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

In no world was Lena leaving me again. I’ve plotted and planned, and I had no intention of ever letting go again. ~Lucian

There was a somberness that came with dying. I’d made a choice, and I didn’t regret it. I’d protected Makenna from death or the Prince of Lust to be more accurate. Asmodeus had turned against Lucifer, who had tried to protect me. I hadn’t anticipated it, nor expected the Devil to intervene on my behalf.

Lucian cradled my limp form in his arms, and I did my best to ignore the pain slicing through my chest. It felt as if the dagger was trying to tear itself into my soulless body. I whimpered, unable to stop it from escaping as he jostled me.

Blood pounded in my ears, obscuring my ability to hear what the others said around us. I could feel the immortals’ power and knew everyone sensed they were fighting a losing battle.

Lucian’s lips brushed my cheek before he placed me onto a stone altar, peering down at me with pain burning in his stare.

“Hold on for me, Lena. Just stay with me a little longer,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.

“I love you,” I murmured. I lifted my hand, curling my fingers around his cheek while fighting to stay conscious. “I will always love you, Lucian. From now until forever,” I finished, coughing blood droplets into the air.

“Don’t do that,” he said softly. “You don’t get to tell me goodbye. I am not letting you go, ever.”

I laughed at the balls of his statement. Of course, Lucian Blackstone was bossing me around on my deathbed. He was willing to fight Death himself for me and commanding that I don’t die. Only something like Lucian would be stubborn and make that demand.

My lashes dusted my cheeks as the pain lanced through me, and a scream bubbled up from my lungs. Lucian grabbed my hand, holding it while he chanted softly, igniting candles within the large, opulent chamber where he’d brought me.

He watched me shout and struggle to get air into my lungs while the dagger pushed deeper into my chest. Midnight-blue eyes held mine captive, swallowing me whole while I fought to get through the piercing fire burning itself into me. My back arched and buckled as I thrashed around.

“Help me, Spyder.” Lucian grabbed one arm, intertwining his fingers through mine, while Spyder did the same to the other hand. “Breathe, Lena. Just breathe, sweet witch. You’re going to be okay. You hear me? I will fix this.”

The pain was debilitating. It started in my chest and shot through my body like spider webs through glass. I was losing my grip on remaining coherent.

I was fading into nothingness that I’d willingly agreed to in order to protect my son from becoming a tool used to hurt his father. I didn’t get a chance to move into the fade or be reborn. I’d sealed my fate by fighting my destiny, which had been to hurt the man in which I’d fallen hopelessly in love.

“Stay with us, Kitty,” Spyder ordered, his ice-blue stare locking with mine.

“Be good to Lucian and help him after I’m gone.”

“Fuck that noise. You don’t get to leave us. You’re stuck with us forever, Kitty cat. You hear me? Just fucking hold on, they’re coming,” Spyder snapped, his eyes slowly glowing as the air in the room grew thick with unease.

Lucian’s voice was rough, dripping with emotion as he spoke to the others that stood near the altar. The earthy scent of sage filled my nostrils, burning as Erie and Synthia lit copious amounts of it, chanting a protection spell for the magic being readied.

The moment the candles were set alight, they shot into the air. Shadows swayed on the walls, moving without being cast. It was as if