Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

her shoulders. She was definitely putting something in his coffee. Maybe not to kill him, but it would make his afternoon hell, and his bathroom really smell. “They went to the back, but the doors and windows were locked.”

“And you don’t have anyone who can pick locks. You didn’t train your team to run well. Maybe they could have gotten in and gotten to that Demon. Instead they were ineffective, and you paid for it. They will be re-trained before going out again. You will all be tested. We have other teams, Sasha. Ones that work better than yours did.”

No, maybe she’d just kill him.

“Gage, enough! It was a bad situation. Now, what happened after? I passed out, didn’t I? There was a Demon, and it attacked us, tearing at Sasha’s arm,” Connor started.

“Which is fine now, by the way,” She broke in, just to ease his mind.

“I hit it, and it did something to my chest. But, it doesn’t hurt? And I’m so hungry. How long was I out? What the fuck happened?” Connor demanded.

And before she could say anything, Gage showed his lack of diplomacy. “The Demon was killed, and all the Witches were detained. They weren’t part of the Alliance. They were just dumb people wanting power. It was a bad lead. Last night was a botched mission. You were killed, Sasha was poisoned, but she managed to make an antidote when she woke up.”

“So, I was resuscitated? That doesn’t make sense. Why doesn’t my chest hurt?”

“Because you’re not Human anymore. Marco turned you. On Sasha’s orders.” Gage stated.

Jesus fucker! She wasn’t going to tell him like that! Because she knew how he’d react. She knew he’d hate her forever. And she was right.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You turned me into a creature that feeds off of Humans like a parasite! You thought that was a good option?” He glared at her and she could feel his distain.

If looks could kill, she’d be bleeding on the floor. “Connor. You would have died! You know that-“

“I’d rather be dead than be a monster! How could you do that, Sasha? I thought you were my friend. And you turned me into this… thing!”

Actually, she felt like she was bleeding. His tone so scathing that she was sure that she was cut up. She tried to explain, but no words came to her. The one time that counted, and she was speechless!

“Get the hell out of here!” He yelled, pulling himself up on the bed.

She could tell he was tired, and, didn’t even ogle his chest. She just left. Because no matter what he thought she’d rather he be a monster that hated her, than be lost forever.

19

The small room was eerily quiet as Sophie waited. She expected for someone to come down the hall any moment, and after the Demon’s last comments, she wasn’t sure if it would be her guys, or someone else looking to take her.

And when had she started calling them hers? They didn’t belong to her, in fact they didn’t even have a relationship with her. Now that she talked with El Diablo, their pact was void. They didn’t help her get there, and so she didn’t have to stay with them, right?

And why did that thought make her feel sad?

It wasn’t like she had a connection with them. She only knew them for a few days now. Two, if she was being specific. It was too soon to form an attachment, right?

Maybe she was just upset that she would be missing out on the wonderful experience of learning more about her sexuality. She would never get another chance like this. And, to be honest, no guy would ever be good enough now.

Besides, didn’t she read somewhere that sex for girls made them feel emotionally more than it did for men?

She didn’t delude herself. She knew that the guys just wanted her for sex, and really, that was more than she had before, and that was enough.

Oh sugarplum! Why was she analyzing this so much? It didn’t matter, because it was over.

And really, she had other things to worry about. Like the footsteps that seemed to come towards her from the tunnel to the right.

She wanted to hide behind the statue, but managed to hold her ground. They’d come through anyways, and it wasn’t like the statue would hide much of her. She wasn’t that skinny.

She wanted to cringe, to make herself as small as possible, but there was no way. And there was no time. The halls didn’t echo like one would expect, and before she knew it, people were coming out of the tunnel.

“-will kick his douchewaffle ass if I need to. No, don’t try to talk me out of it. You know I’m right!”

Sophie could have cried when she heard that wonderfully sarcastic voice. She could have, but she didn’t. Instead she rushed towards the sound.

Adrian came out of the tunnel first, his weapons drawn as he turned towards the noise she must have made. She didn’t notice, too caught up in her relief and she threw herself into his arms. At the last second he dropped the knives, which she knew probably saved her life.

“Shit! Phie!” He said roughly, wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her close to his body. She wanted to be closer, but his breastplate of his armor was in the way. Either way she was so happy to see him. “I might have killed you! You dumb woman! If I hadn’t have dropped my knives, you’d have been gutted! Fuck. That would have been horrible! Coming all this way to find you only to kill you!”

Sophie pressed her face against the warm armor, feeling tears fill her eyes. She only just met them, but she knew what to expect with them. She