Tree Of Souls (Transfusion Saga #6) - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,2

you again! Either of you…you are both…lost to me!” She sobbed these last three words in such a way that I knew she had really meant them as something else, words that she couldn’t ever take back if spoken. Instead, she ran from the room with tears flooding those beautiful eyes of hers. Turning them into something beyond the realms of beauty…

…but into something breathtakingly haunting.

This was when I snapped.

“FUCK!” I flipped the nearest table closest to me, making the sound of it crashing against the far side of the room become an echoing shadow of my rage. The song of destruction doing little to ease my temper and neither did Keira when she ran to me and begged me to stop. To see reason and calm down before scaring her daughter with my anger. To let her be the one to go to her and explain everything, to show Amelia her thoughts, the images of the conversation before. She blamed herself and with tears streaming down her face she begged me to let her be the one. But I cared nothing for Keira’s tears.

I only cared for Amelia’s.

Which was why, without even answering her, I walked towards the door and ripped it from its hinges without taking a moment to think about the damage behind me, simply hoping that Keira had enough sense to get out of the way of it. I was both utterly numb and furious at the same time, that I could barely even think. To the point that the second I felt Keira following me out and grabbing me from behind, still begging me to stay, was when I turned to snarl down at her to let me go. But neither of us saw what was coming next…

Or should I say who.

Suddenly, before I could even fully register the reasons behind it, I found myself travelling backwards until I found my body being slammed back, smashing into the fireplace in the library. I groaned through the pain as some of my rips snapped. Then I gritted my teeth through the process as my body instantly started to mend, fusing the cracks and breaks, along with healing the puncture to my lung. I sucked in air as I started to breathe past the pain and after turning my head slightly, that’s when I noticed that the secret doorway into the Janus Gate was ajar. Something I knew wasn’t from my impact as I had landed against one of the cast iron sentinels.

Had this been where Amelia had come from? Was this where Dom kept his safe? For she had gotten hold of the box somehow, so it would make sense and might explain her injuries. But it didn’t explain the other evidence of blood, which now had me questioning, if this was the witch’s doing?

I located the box that in my rage I had thrown to one side, both damning its existence and questioning the reason for her trying to take it. But then these thoughts were ripped away from me the moment I saw the cause for my being back in the library with broken bones, which right now were nothing more than an inconvenience.

I didn’t have time for this shit.

I needed to find her!

But then, with one look at the Demonic King who had not an ounce of Angel in sight, then I knew I first had to deal with a son of Hell’s wrath.

“YOU KISSED MY WIFE!” his demon roared, and I found myself doing a double take the second he said the last words I believed his reason for attacking me to be.

“What the…” I never got the chance to finish as the asshole was charging at me, his dark wings taking him high first so he could gain leverage on his attack. Then he tried to barrel into me, making me move with only half a second to spare before he would have killed me from it, being as his twin swords extended from his wrists on his downward attack, making his wife scream out,

“DRAVEN, NO!”

Thankfully, my senses returned quickly enough to save myself along with his wife, for had he succeeded, then it would have not only been my end, but hers too. But it was clear he was out of his mind with rage and had given total control over to his demon, who wasn’t acting rationally enough to function beyond the need for death and revenge.

“Fuck, Dom, you have it all…fuck!” I ended this the second he lashed