Unravelled. Gena Showalter

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СКАЧАТЬ there wasn’t a word to describe it. Excruciating was like a gentle massage in comparison.

      And that’s how Aden was going to die.

      Which meant he would have to experience that again. Chest ripping open, organ tearing, blood spilling. The cold consuming him, turning his bones to brittle ice. No. No, no, no. He refused. No one should have to endure that kind of death. And twice? Not just no, but hell, no. He’d think of something, do something, anything, to prevent it.

      Yeah, he’d tried to save people in the past, hoping to circumvent the deaths Elijah had shown him. And yeah, they’d then died in other, more painful ways. But to Aden, there was nothing more painful than a knife through the heart. He’d take anything else. In a heartbeat. Stupid pun intended.

      “Why can’t I touch her? “ Thomas snarled.

      “Back off. Or—” What kind of threat would scare a fairy? “Or you’ll regret it.” Not the best, but all his foggy brain could come up with.

      Finally, panting and skin glistening with sweat, the prince stilled. “What did you do to me?”

      Good question. “Just leave her alone.” Slowly, Aden moved from the bed…his legs had better cooperate…yes! He remained standing, arms splayed to block any new attempt. “In fact, just leave.”

      He stiffened as a thought occurred to him. Make you pay for this, even from the grave, Thomas had said before the knife plunged. Pay. Grave. Grave. Oh…crap. Had Aden earned himself a vengeful fairy-slashghost-slash-sidekick?

      “Aden. What’s going on?” Victoria demanded, as the prince shouted, “I can’t! I tried.” She moved in front of Aden before he could stop her, ready to fight his demons for him. “Tell me what to do, and it’s done.”

      “Victoria,” he said. He couldn’t stand the thought of her hurt. And despite everything, this could be a trick. What did Aden know about fairies and their afterlife? Thomas could be waiting for the right time to strike. For real.

      “There’s no one here, Aden. Just us. The prince is dead. Riley buried the body, like he told you. Yet you see him still? ”

      “Yes. But you can’t see him? Can’t hear him?”

      A chorus of “No” rang out.

      So. No one but Aden could see or hear Thomas, and Thomas couldn’t touch anyone. Maybe this wasn’t a trick, then. Besides, Thomas wanted Victoria and all of her family dead—enough to die himself—and wouldn’t have waited for the right time to strike. He would have simply struck. Aden should have considered that before.

      The prince really was a ghost.

      At least you didn’t suck him into your head, Julian offered helpfully.

      Dude, Caleb said. Like that’s a silver lining.

      The souls had been quiet ever since he’d taken that knife to the chest. Hearing them now, as if nothing had happened, was both a relief and a curse. They were alive and well, but he didn’t need the distraction right now.

      Thomas was here to haunt him.

      Sickness churned in his stomach, threatening to revolt. He’d encountered ghosts before. Hell, the souls inside him were ghosts without bodies. And yeah, he now knew Thomas couldn’t hurt Victoria, but that didn’t lessen his concern. This ghost wasn’t simply a deceased human. No telling what Thomas would be able to do.

      “Leave,” he said to Victoria. He latched onto her arm and spun her around, then flattened his hand on her lower back and urged her forward, toward Riley.

      “Wh-what?” She was so shocked by his words and actions, he knew, she offered no resistance.

      “You have to leave.” Not once did he remove his gaze from Thomas. Just in case.

      “I don’t understand.”

      “You, too, Riley. Take Victoria and go.” He wanted to explain, but didn’t want Thomas to hear that Mary Ann blocked supernatural abilities, just in case other fairies were able to see and hear him. He didn’t want the fairies to know that she even blocked Aden’s. That, when she was around, he didn’t hear voices. That he didn’t see ghosts or wake the dead. Except when Riley was with her. Somehow, Riley muted her ability to, well, mute. One day he’d figure out how. Until then…“For God’s sake, go!”

      Riley frowned but nodded. “Yes, my king. I’ll keep both girls safe.”

      “I thought I told you not to call me that.” Aden was no one’s king. “And Mary Ann needs to stay.”

      “No.” Green eyes narrowed on him. “Mary Ann goes with me, and that’s final.”

      An argument? Now? For once, he would have preferred the reverence. “Actually, Mary Ann stays. That’s an order.”

      Her dark head peeked from behind Riley’s shoulder. She made a slashing motion over her throat, silently telling him not to go there. Thomas watched, gauging. Deciding what next to do?

      There was a pause, heavy and tension-filled. Finally, Riley growled, “Yes. My king. All shall be as you order.”

      Aden pressed his lips together to stop his retort. He was getting what he wanted; he could let the sarcasm slide.

      “Aden?” Victoria said, and he could hear the question—why are you doing this?—in her musical voice. Worse, he could hear the hurt.

      He suddenly hated himself. She’d endured enough hurt lately, and he didn’t like adding to the mix.

      Don’t be so harsh with her, Aden, Caleb scolded him. You know I only want to show her a good time.

      A good time. Yeah. That’s all Aden wanted to show her, too. Always. She’d spent her life obeying one rule after another, sheltered, not really allowed to laugh, yet here he was, pushing her away without explanation.

      Moment they were safe, he’d tell her why. And then he’d tease her until she laughed. He’d only heard her laugh once, and still dreamed of hearing that tinkling sound again.

      Please don’t tell me you’re listening to Caleb now, Julian snapped. We’ve got work to do. Yeah. Sexy work. You are such a pervert.

      Boys. Elijah sighed. Is arguing necessary? Now?

      Looked like Elijah had taken over the role of mother hen now that Eve was gone.

      “Aden,” Victoria repeated, drawing him back to the present.

      He ground his teeth, irritated with himself. His concentration sucked, even in times of great danger. “Call me later,” was all he said, still unwilling to explain while Thomas could hear.

      “I’ll do more than that. I’ll return for you this evening.” Victoria grabbed Riley’s hand before the wolf could protest. “My family wishes to meet you, and their wishes are not something you can ignore.”

      With that, the two were gone.

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