The Darkest Touch. Gena Showalter

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      He tossed the antibiotics and strips at her, plus a canteen of water. “Take two of the pills. Suck on one of the strips. They’ll help stave off the infection.”

      In a perfect world, that would be good enough. But their world wasn’t even close to perfect.

      No response from her.

      If he had to force her to—

      He heard a rustle of clothing, a gulp of water being swallowed.

      Good girl. He wasn’t sure how he would have reacted to forcing her...to putting his hands on her again. There is no woman softer.

      Guilt pricked at him, as determined to ruin him as Disease. It was never far from the surface, always looking for a moment to spew its poison. Next would come sorrow...rage. At Keeley. At himself. Mostly himself. He’d wanted her touch more than he’d ever wanted anything.

      While Disaster had screamed at him to get as far away from her as possible, he’d pretty much raced to the razor’s edge of temptation, telling himself Keeley was so powerful she would be immune. That he could finally have everything he’d ever secretly craved.

      But it was a lie. It was always a lie.

      Why had he encouraged a battle with her? Why had he sought to comfort her after her panic? The only possible outcome had happened. What a shocker.

      Now Keeley would pay the ultimate price for his weakness, and he would be responsible for either killing one of the only remaining Curators or creating another carrier. And while in that perfect world he wished he lived in a female carrier would mean he’d finally have someone to touch and to hold and to kiss and to please, without any further consequences, that wasn’t how it worked. If Torin touched her a second time, he would pass on a different illness.

      The demon didn’t just specialize in one ailment, but countless.

      Disease often changed strains with the times. The black death of the thirteen hundreds had given way to the cholera pandemic of the eighteen hundreds. Made it harder for the world to combat the evil, he supposed. For Torin to combat it.

      “Has anyone ever not gotten sick after tangling with you?” Keeley asked.

      The hope in her voice...he crumbled, utterly agonized. “No.”

      “But I’m, like, super powerful.”

      She wasn’t just super powerful; she was the most powerful person he’d ever come across. “Sickness feeds on certain types of power. How else do you think it grows?”

      She nibbled on her bottom lip, fiddled with the bottle of pills. “I feel fine.”

      “That won’t last.”

      Shoulders wilting, she said, “How long do your victims usually survive?”

      “About a week. Rarely any longer.” He settled on the other side of the fire. Not sure I can hold myself together. “How did you get an actual human body without a human in it?” he asked, hoping for a distraction. “Curators were—are—spirits.”

      A flare of ire in her expression, the world around them trembling. “Someone gave it to me. Why?”

      He ignored her question. “Who gave it? And how?”

      “Doesn’t matter.” Wistful, she added, “I used to be able to commune with animals, you know.”

      Not actually surprising. So had every other fairy-tale princess. “I’m sure you and your animal friends had some real stimulating conversations.”

      “Yes.” She sighed. “The body changed everything.”

      “You can’t leave it behind?” Something that might have saved her.

      “Hardly. I’m fused to it.” Her gaze sharpened on him. “Why are you still here? Why aren’t you abandoning me to my hideous fate?”

      He chose levity over brevity. “There’s no way I’d abandon you when we’re about to play my favorite game. Incompetent Doctor and Uncooperative Patient.” But he failed to achieve the desired results.

      She frowned at him. “So...you’re going to help me? Again?”

      “I’m going to try.” But would it be enough? It hadn’t been with Mari.

      He gnashed his molars. Human versus supervillain. Big difference. This was a whole new ball game.

       Look at me. Hoping for the best-case scenario even though I know better.

      “Why?” she asked. “I’ll only repay you with pain and agony, and eventually death.”

      She’d stated the words so simply, as if they were merely discussing her toenails—which glinted like diamonds. He almost smiled. Almost.

      “I understand your reasons for wanting to harm me. Your beef against me is legit, and you’ll do whatever is necessary to make things right. Well, as right as they can be, considering the depth of my crimes. But I’m not going to leave you out here to suffer—” to die “—alone.”

      He experienced a keen sense of loss he didn’t quite understand. At the thought of her death? Why? He barely knew her. She wasn’t a friend. He should feel the guilt, yes, but nothing more.

      “But why?” she insisted. “You warned me. I even chose to suffer this way. Remember?”

      She claimed to value truth, so that’s what he gave her: the truth as he knew it. “I’m sorry Mari’s dead. I’m sorry I touched her. Sorry she sickened and died such a terrible death. I’m sorry you lost a dear friend. Sorry I wasn’t strong enough to walk away from her...or you.” The sting in his chest proved far more lethal than a blade or claws. “Especially when I knew nothing good would ever come of it. I’m so sorry for everything, and yet there’s nothing I can do to change anything. The past is the past. Over, done. Like you, I can only plow ahead and do my best to make things right.”

      She turned her head away. To hide tears?

      The sting inside him sharpened. But he welcomed the pain, deserved it. “Don’t cry. Please, don’t cry.”

      “Never!” she snarled, her hackles raised.

      Better.

      She inhaled with great force, then exhaled with greater force. “Perhaps I need to walk away from you and go after Cronus. I’ll have time to think.” She dragged her finger through the dirt, creating a symbol he didn’t recognize. “I heard him bargain with Mari. After he attempted to bargain with me. He knew she would die, and despite my protests and willingness to change places with her, he let her go to you anyway. He must be punished.”

      “Cronus is dead.” And the world was far better for it. “He was decapitated.”

      “Who would dare deny me my vengeance?” she gritted, her shock surprisingly adorable.

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