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Book 8⌇22. Who is in Control?

Chapter 22 ∣  Who is in Control?

-Eris

Why are you doing this? Get out of my head!

I couldn't do anything but watch, the hurt only coming through the surface when the grip faltered on my mind. It was like watching a horror movie and I was afraid Maverick would snap and kill me for the way he was being pushed. I'd never seen him that frustrated, and it was my fault...

...well not entirely all my fault.

I'm not just in your head. I'm apart of you. Without me guiding you to be stronger, you would have remained cowering in fear in Alpha Declan's dungeon until he decided to kill you.

I'm not a demon anymore...

Correct, but I am. You refused to listen to me when I told you to fly and leave the hunters behind...but you didn't. You distracted them to keep Maverick safe. You cost us our life and soul and I'm about to take it back.

I don't want that!

I watched as I moved through my bedroom, finding the bag still laying on the bed from the sex shop. Stopping, I reached down, opening it, and letting the contents fall onto the covers. The dark leather pants, maroon corset with light red trim, and knee-high boots came tumbling out.

You don't have a choice. This is no longer a harmonious bond.

What?

It's called possession.

The power was strong, holding me back as my eyes glazed over the two other items that also fell away. A smirk played on my lips and a chuckled followed right after.

What's this?

I didn't want to respond, but the demon inside of me was quick to search the corners of my mind, my head aching with the pain.

Oh, so you didn't want it and Maverick was so generous to get it for you. Who doesn't adore a nice little rabbit butt plug and a massive cock you can suck off while he fucks you? Was that his plan? I'm sure we can...put it to good use.

Stop!

I lifted Maverick's shirt over my head, tossing it onto the bed. My eyes darted to the drawer, sauntering over to it, and opening the top one. Reaching in, my fingertips ran over the different types of lingerie, stopping once I found a blood-red lacy thong. Finding the matching bra in the next drawer down, I slipped the thong up over my hips while I latched the bra into place. Taking a light purple camisole, I threw it over top of my bra, smoothing the fabric over my stomach.

What are you doing?

There was no response, turning away from the drawers and moving back towards the bed. It was a few moments later when I had adorned the skimpy outfit. Lacing up the boots and tying them off, I let out a happy sigh twirling around in my outfit.

It feels good to be back.

Speak for yourself...

You had your chance to be in control and we paid with our lives.

What are you going to do?

Taking my long black hair, I brushed it out before braiding it down and over my shoulder securely.

What we're going to do is:

Kill the one who murdered us.

Take back our soul fragment.