Page 89 of Bad Moon Rising (Dark-Hunter 17)
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Fang sat in a small cell, waiting to die. He'd assumed Savitar would splinter him on sight, but that apparently was too easy a punishment.
Instead the bastard was making him suffer even more by dreading it. Not that the dread was what tormented him the worst.
It was regret. Those wounds were the ones that tore through him like shards of glass. He wished so many things were different that at this point death would probably be a relief.
He just wished he could see Aimee one more time. Conjuring up an image of her smile, he reached in his pocket to touch her necklace. It wasn't as good as touching her, but it comforted him on a level he'd never experienced before. Even though she wasn't here, he felt her like a tangible angel.
Damn if the words engraved in her locket weren't right. She was in his heart and the knowledge of her out there, thinking of him, being a part of him, made him feel less lonely.
Alone in a tiny spartan cell with only a toilet, he sat on the hard bench with his elbows on his knees. He could hear the sea outside along with gulls squawking. But it was Aimee's face he saw and it would be her scent that he carried with him to the next existence.
"You ready?"
He looked up to see Savitar in a pair of green cargo pants and an open white shirt. The man's face was completely stoic.
Not that Fang expected sympathy from anyone.
"Yeah."
The clear door slid up as Fang rose to his feet. Savitar led him to the sparkling white beach outside and to what looked like an old-fashioned block. It would be almost quaint if he wasn't going there to die. There was even an executioner standing behind it. Dressed in spiked black armor and wearing a helm in the shape of a ghoul's face, he held an oversized sword. He was so still, he looked like a statue.
Fang was both impressed and repulsed by the elaborate display. "You're not just going to blast me into oblivion?"
Savitar shook his head. "Too humane for the crimes you've committed." He raked a suspicious look over Fang. "You gonna turn chicken and jump out and make me chase you?"
"No. I don't want you going after my family."
"Smart wolf. It sucks to have your family pay for your crimes. Take it from someone with firsthand experience." Savitar gestured toward the black stone block that was stained in places by dried blood.
The largest splatter of it was right where Fang needed to put his head.
His stomach churned at the knowledge that soon his own blood would be added to it. And it brought home exactly what was about to happen to him.
He was here to die. . . .
Honestly, he wanted to run. Anything to have one more day. . . .
But he wasn't about to show his fear to anyone, especially not to the one who was going to kill him. Instead, he reverted to the sarcasm that had seen him through the darkest moments of his life.
It was only fitting it should now see him through his death. "You know, you could wash that nasty thing off between uses."
Savitar shrugged nonchalantly. "Why bother? It's not like you're going to catch an infection the last three minutes you're alive."
"Guess not." Fang sank down on his knees in the sand and glanced away from the dried blood. He looked around the beach and the dark green sea whose waves came rushing up, not too far from him, and realized just how long it'd been since he'd really seen the beauty that existed in the world. How many times he'd taken the sun for granted. Instead, he'd spent his life focusing only on the negatives.
But as he was about to die, he realized the world really was incredible.
"Changing your mind?"
"No." He pulled Aimee's locket out from his pocket, which reminded him exactly why he had to do this. "Can I make one last request?"
"For you to go free?"
He shook his head and held the locket out to Savitar. "Would you make sure that's returned to Aimee Peltier?" He reluctantly let go of it.
Why did it feel like he was giving up a limb?
Maybe because she was his heart. . . .
Savitar took it from him and opened it up to look at the photo of her and her brothers. That picture had seen him through hell and he didn't need to look at it anymore. It was as engraved in his soul as her smile, touch, and smell.
He held it out to Fang. "Something you want to tell me about you and the bearswan?"
For the first time, Fang saw that Aimee had added a picture of him to her locket that covered the engraved words, and that almost succeeded in breaking him. Hell, he'd forgotten about it even being made. It was one Aimee had shot of him behind Sanctuary one afternoon when he'd been taking a break. She'd come out of nowhere to surprise him and snap the photo.
"Look!" she'd said, laughing, as she showed him the photo on the back of her camera. "I love when you look at me like that. I can see your heart in your eyes."
His hair, which he'd grown out only because she liked it that way, had been windblown and he had the dumbest look imaginable on his face-like some lovesick moron. "I look stupid."
"You look gorgeous." She'd given him one of the hottest kisses he'd ever had. "And it makes me want to take a bite out of you."
"That I don't mind. But for the sakes of the gods, delete that thing before you lose your camera again and someone else sees what a friggin' goober I am."
She'd stuck her tongue out at him before she'd danced off, her tight ass teasing him even more than her kiss had.
Gods, to have that one moment back. . . .
Why hadn't she listened to him and deleted the damn thing? Now, in the last moments of his life, Savitar of all fucks would see what a schmuck he really was.
But the important part was that she'd added his picture to the locket she always wore close to her heart. Not that he had any doubts about her feelings for him, but that showed him exactly how much he meant to her.
Love and regret welled up hard inside him. In that moment, all he wanted was to run back to her.
Give me strength. . . .
He cleared his throat of the tight lump. "Nothing to say." But he held an image of Aimee in his mind as he lay his head down on the block and waited to die. Closing his eyes, he felt the sword lower slowly down to touch the skin of his neck.
A shiver ran over him. Why wouldn't they just kill him and get it over with?
The blade rubbed against his skin before it lifted up. The demon inside screamed out in panic as it realized what was about to happen.
They were both about to die.
Get up. Fight! Run!
But Fang held steady. This was for his brother and for Aimee. He wouldn't turn craven and risk their lives. Not for anything as worthless as his own hide.
"All right," Savitar said. "Kill him."
In that moment, Fang let out a curse as something inside him ruptured. It felt like he was being shredded. The pain was excruciating as blood began pouring out of his nose. He was trying to keep his head on the block, but it was getting harder and harder as it felt like acid was crawling up his esophagus and exploding through his skull. The pressure of it knocked him flat on his back.
Savitar and the executioner put their knees on his shoulders to hold him down.
Fang cried out as something hard and painful flew out of his mouth. It shot up, then splintered into a million pieces that fell down over them.
As soon as it did, the two of them released him. Fang panted as the pain subsided and his nose stopped bleeding. Scowling at them, he wiped it away.
The executioner laughed as he pulled his helm off. It was Thorn. "Bet that was some wicked indigestion, huh?"
"What the fuck are you two doing?"
