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“It won’t bring you your son back,” she sneered, finally realizing that having Kieran here wouldn’t stop me. “You will never see him.”
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Ava.” I smiled, leaning down toward her ear. “I already know where my son is, and I know how to get him back.”
“You’re lying,” she seethed. “You’re fucking lying.”
“I don’t see why I would be lying to you.” I beamed at her. “I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain by lying to you. But I am happy that I won’t need to protect him from you and your filthiness. He will never have to live in fear again.”
“Fuck you,” she bit out, trying to lift her leg to kick me, but I was faster, and she was fully chained to the wall, unable to move.
I stepped back, looking at her one last time. Without preamble, I sliced over her stomach, in the same way she sliced my sister open, leaving her in that warehouse to die.
“Maya, no!” Kieran roared, rattling the bars, but I didn’t turn to him. I didn’t want to see his anguish, his pain… I didn’t want to stop.
Ava’s blood started spilling over her beige shirt, soaking the fabric, and going over her legs, slowly dripping down on the floor.
Her moans and cries fell on deaf ears, my blood pumping through my veins with the violent rush. Before she could recover, I slammed the knife right into her throat, her wide eyes filled with shock, staring at me, while her brother cried and yelled behind me, cursing me out.
“I’ll see you in hell, Ava.” I grinned, finally stepping away, while she choked on her own blood, slowly dying in front of my eyes.
“What have you done?” Kieran asked, breathing heavily. As I turned around to look at him, his eyes weren’t on Ava, but on me. It wasn’t hatred shining through them—it was the heartbreak I didn’t expect to see.
“What I needed to,” I answered as I slid down the wall, the exhaustion finally catching up with me.
He dropped down to his knees, his hands firmly gripping the bars in front of him. “I will never forgive you for this, Maya,” he breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper, hitting me in the center of my chest. “Never,” he growled, looking at me now, battling with his own emotions.
“It’s a good thing then that I didn’t ask for your forgiveness.”
I just wished I wasn’t lying through my teeth when I said that, because no matter how right what I did was, I knew I had just lost him and there was nothing I could do to get him back.
And as Ava stopped making sounds, choking on her blood, Kieran stood up, leaving the basement without a second glance at me, leaving me behind just like he always did.
I shouldn’t have expected anything else from him.
31
OPHELIA
“Come on, baby,”somebody murmured to me, his voice sounding a thousand miles away. “Open your eyes for me. Come back to us.”
I knew his voice, knew him better than anything else, but I couldn’t open my eyes. I wanted to. God, I was tired of sleeping, of this darkness, but my eyelids felt heavy, pressing down on my eyes, as if somebody kept them closed.
“I need you here, Sunshine,” the voice murmured again, and I knew him. I would know him in every single life.
Storm, I wanted to say. I wanted to shout, to scream his name, but my mouth wasn’t cooperating.
“Did you see that?” somebody else said. “Was that—”
“Her finger moved.”
“Come on, Sunshine. You can do it. You can do anything you set your mind to.”
God, my head was killing me. My stomach felt—
Millions of pictures rushed through my head—the memories of Ava and Tristan, my babies crying, getting taken away from me. Oh no.
No, no, no, no.
“Her heart rate is getting elevated,” the third voice said. “She’s in distress.”
