BOOK 2 of the Running With Devils Series
It's been three weeks since Coralynn Bennet was dragged down to Hell and it was nothing like how she imagined it. It was a kingdom of skyscrapers but no sky. Demons ran amok, but limited their bloodthirsty te...
AN: oh lawd. Forgive meeeeeee I'm so deep in the trenches right now idk what tf I'm doing 🥲
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The Shadow
I was so fucking tired of being horizontal. I had too much going on in my head to sit still. And it was killing me to be so close to her and not have the energy to please her.
I was going to work my ass off to get to where I once was— strong and sturdy.
I felt her wiggle out of my arms and quietly slip from the room. I waited to make sure she wasn't coming back before placing my feet onto the floor and standing.
Fuck. Every step felt like a marathon within each stride. I was heaving, barely making it to the hallway. I kept pushing, keeping one hand on the wall to make sure I didn't fall.
Still, all it took was one ticking muscle in my thigh to send me to the ground like a clipped bird. Furious tears blurred my vision as I clenched my jaw, slamming my tightened fist into the wall.
I should've just fucking told her. I should've sucked it up and laid it all out for her to pretend to not let my sins change how she saw me.
My perfectly bloody hands trembled as I held them in front of me. My god they were stained.
I was exactly the monster my father wanted. I had become that monster thinking I was something else. I thought I was something just. I had blinded myself to the truth with the notion that I was doing something noble.
I had a cause.
But what good was a cause when you're just as guilty as the one you fight against.
I forced myself to stand.
I had once said that I'd face the consequences of my actions in time. I just had no idea those consequences would come so soon.
"What the fuck are you doing out of bed," I heard Destiel's low rumbling voice say from down the hallway.
"I needed to move around—"
"You need to eat," he muttered. "Where's Cor?"
"Out on business," I said quietly.
Des just stood in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes swept over me critically.
"You're gonna be okay, right," he asked quietly.
I shifted my gaze to my feet, shame flooding my veins.
"I didn't think you actually cared," I swallowed hoarsely.
"For being the most clever bastard I've ever met, you sure are fuckin stupid," he snorted. The humor in his voice died out soon after. "What I said on that rooftop—"
