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...
Song: Even in Arcadia- Sleep Token(literally sobbing uncontrollably)
AN: heyyyy... how yall doin...? 🥴 ok so like I don't have a flying fucking clue where this is headed.
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The Witch
Wherever Malachi had gone, he had stayed out. I was desperate to keep eyes on him knowing he was probably doing some reckless attempt to make himself useful. It made me nervous for him to be on his own.
I used to be afraid of him. Now I was afraid for him.
Fuck, I had not a single clue on how to make him see that he was more than just a means to an end. I had unknowingly fused my soul to his. I could see it now. That deal we had made... It was more than a contract. It was more than an obligation. It was more than just a solemn vow.
It was a binding of fates.
I hadn't thought about the similar feeling I had gotten from both the night of my parents death and the night I had carved my name on Malachi's beating heart. But it had felt so disturbingly similar.
Seeing how fearful he was to not be enough for me made me wonder how he perceived whatever was between us. The last thing I wanted to be was a strain to him. He had been through enough.
Time passed, I couldn't say how long. I had lost myself staring blankly at a wall. The emotional exhaustion was beginning to catch up with me.
The door opened and in came Malachi, one arm slung over Des's shoulder like a crutch. He had been laughing. His lips were pulled wide to reveal a perfectly wild grin. I much preferred to see him like this, even if I wasn't a part of what caused it. And it made me happy to see Des at his side. It was a positive step in the right direction.
I hadn't realized I was just staring at him. Not until his eyes locked on mine and it felt like my whole soul ignited from his gaze. His smile slowly softened.
"Hi," he said.
The greeting was so soft, I felt it caress itself down every nerve. It took me a moment to gather the word onto my tongue.
"Hi," I rasped.
"I should have told you where I was going, but—"
"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Mal. I know," I said, bringing a tired smile to my lips.
Des cleared his throat softly, drawing my attention.
"You look exhausted," he said.
"I've had less sleep before," I shrugged.
Des clicked his tongue in disapproval. "How are you supposed to reign supreme over your enemies with only hours of sleep, peaches?"
"I reigned over you with less, if I'm recalling correctly," I teased lightly. "But I don't want to drag up that sore spot for you. I know how it pains you so."
