He looked at me desperately, and a longing radiated from him. The alcohol was either wearing off or he was overpowering it. A panicked need overtook him because he thought he was losing me.
There are others. Many others who have the right to help me ensure the debt is fully repaid. The sentence had been on repeat in my head ever since Jethro whispered it on the plane. Was that why he permitted his brother to manhandle me? Would I be given to him to do as he pleased?Please, God. Please don’t let that happen.
I had enough strength to stay true to myself and survive one man. But multiple? They’d tear me into smithereens and ruin me even for death.Jethro placed his hand—slightly larger and far more scary—on my other leg, pressing me hard against the leather. His touch hurt—burning my exposed skin like dry-ice. I gave her Diamond Dust.Daniel’s vile touch stopped just as the tips of his fingers brushed the crotch of my knickers. I sat frozen, every part of me humming with horror.
Diamond Dust? Shit, Jet, that stuff hasn’t finished testing. You know Cut didn’t authorise it to be sold yet—let alone be used in public. What if she had a seizure? How would you have explained she’s nothing and deserved to die? You couldn’t. You’d end up in fucking prison.My heart hammered. Not only had he stolen my mobility, he’d run the risk of killing me. The fear crested again, burning through the drugs bit by bit. Even with the knowledge that I’d have to live through countless horrors before my time was up, I was glad I hadn’t had a seizure. Death was so final. As long as I breathed, I might find some way to survive.
You say that now. My pain threshold hadn’t been tested. I had no guide on how strong I’d remain or how precious my life would be when I no longer wished to live it.
Jethro shrugged. If she died then the final debt would’ve been paid sooner rather than later. Glancing at me, he added, I admit it’s taking longer than I thought to leave her system. But it did a nice job shutting her up.I could have theoretically stood there and tracked his movements inside my expanded radius, but that would have required so much concentration that he could probably saunter up and kill me with my own rock. Instead, I ran inside.
The counter—fake counter, I reminded myself—was on my left, so I ducked low. The restaurant seating portion of the building was dark, with chairs sitting up on tables, but light glowed through the window and door from the kitchen. I edged along the counter, closer to the door with the light.I know you’re there, negator, called a man’s voice from the kitchen. It had the perfectly flat, accent-free tone of professional actors and vampires. Unfortunately, I didn’t think this guy had a SAG card. As I believe they say in American movies, come out with your hands up.
Anytime now, Jesse, I thought, not responding. He was supposed to be crashing noisily through the back door, distracting Oskar so I could rush in and free Molly.If anyone had asked me five minutes ago, I would have said you can’t recognize someone’s voice based on a scream alone, but the raw, ragged sound that tore out of the kitchen was so distinctly Molly that my heart stopped for a moment. I had to force myself not to run in there. Molly was human right now, which meant she was feeling every bit of the pain Oskar inflicted on her—and she wasn’t healing from it. I tried to retract my radius again, to make Oskar think I’d left, but I couldn’t focus.