Dark Flame (Immortals 4)

Nothing.

Never. Ever. Again.

He moves my legs apart as I brace for that brief flash of pain. Turning my head to face the mirror on the far wall, only to be met by an image of a girl with flaming red hair, luminescent pale skin, emerald green eyes, and a smile so feral I recognize it immediately.

The same image he sees when he looks at me.

Only it’s not really me. Not me at all!

“Ready, luv?” Roman gazes down at me, anticipation marked on his face.

And while my head nods in assent and my body lifts to meet his, it’s not really me who’s responding. The monster may rule my body, but it’s got nothing to do with my heart or my soul.

Like Roman said earlier: In the end, the truth always wins.

And lucky for me, my soul knows the score.

I close my eyes and focus on my heart chakra, seeing that spinning green wheel of energy emanating right from the center of my chest, encouraging it to grow outward, expand, getting bigger and bigger until—

Roman mumbles my name, only it’s not really my name, it’s her name, voice thick with anticipation, eager to begin, having no idea what I’m up to, that, for a moment anyway, I’ve managed to win.

I bring my knee up and jam it straight into him. My ears ringing with the sound of his agonized scream, as his hands clutch between his legs and his eyes roll back in his head. I slip out from under him, moving hurriedly, quickly, knowing it’s just a matter of seconds before he’s healed and back at full strength again.

“Where are you hiding it?” I ask, frantically tugging on my clothes and slamming my amulet back down around my neck, knowing without looking that he sees me as the blond-haired, blue-eyed me again. “Where is it?” I demand, glancing around the small, well-ordered lab.

He ducks his head, carefully inspecting himself, as h

e mutters, “Damn it, Ever—”

But I’ve no time for that. “Tell me where it is!” I shout, struggling to focus on my heart chakra as I clutch the amulet tightly to my chest.

“Are you crazy?” He shrugs on his jeans and scowls. “You pull a crap move like that and expect me to help you?” He shakes his head. “Forget it. You could’ve had that antidote, you could’ve walked away with it ten minutes ago, but you made your choice, Ever. Fair and square as we both know. I was fully prepared to hand it over, and no, it’s not here, so don’t bother ransacking the place in search of it. Seriously, just how daft do you think I am?” He pulls on his smoking jacket and yanks it closed across his chest, as though to keep from tempting me again. But despite the monster still clamoring inside, I’m no longer interested. The beast may be alive and well, but my heart and soul are now leading. “I was fully prepared to lead you to it, but you chose otherwise. And just because you had a last minute change of heart—” He lifts his brow in a way that tells me he knows the source of my strength. “That doesn’t change a thing. You chose me, Ever. I’m what you wanted most. But now, after the stunt you just pulled, you’ll get neither.” He shakes his head. “No second chances after a crap move like that.”

I stand before him, the dark flame raging within, urging me toward those ocean blue eyes, golden tousle of hair, moist waiting lips, trim, slinky hips . . .

“No,” I mumble, taking a step back. “I don’t want you. I’ve never wanted you. It’s not me—it’s—it’s something else. This isn’t my fault, I’m not in control!”

I press my lips together, knowing there’s only one way out of here, but that I shouldn’t do it in front of him, shouldn’t raise his suspicions like that. But still, it’s not like I can trust my legs to carry me anywhere but to his bed.

I clutch the amulet to my chest as I concentrate on the shimmering, golden veil. Envisioning the portal to Summerland and seeing it spring open before me, just about to step through when he says, “Foolish Ever, don’t you realize there’s no longer any difference between you and your—monster? You are the monster. It’s your dark side, your shadow self, and you’ve now joined as one.”

twenty-six

I land in that vast fragrant field. Reluctantly, guiltily, knowing I shouldn’t have done it. Shouldn’t have come here like this. Shouldn’t have let Roman watch me disappear. But what choice did I have?

My resolve was running thin, chipped away by the monster within, and just a few seconds more in his presence would’ve surely been the end. The end of me. The end of all I hold dear.

Because the thing is—Roman is right. Totally and completely right. The only reason I lost, the only reason I failed to get what I want, is because the monster is me, there’s no difference between us. It makes all the moves, calls all the shots, while I’m just along for the ride, with no idea how to pull the brakes or get off. I’m all out of options. I’ve no idea where to turn. All I know is:

The reversal spell failed, as did the bid to Hecate.

And Damen, well, Damen can’t save me.

Can’t ever learn about the repulsive thing I almost just did.

Can’t spend the next hundred years saving me from myself.

I’ve sunk so deep, fallen so far, there’s no getting up. No getting my life back on track. No way I can head back to the earth plane and risk all of that.