My Possessive Creator (Book II)

Epilogue: Xavier

Epilogue: Xavier

Lucy.

My eyes slowly opened at her name. Confusion swept over me when I saw the sky and not the ceiling I had expected. I tried to sit up and check my surroundings, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move. It was as if my body was paralyzed. I could feel sharp pains all around, yet I couldn’t lift a finger or twitch a limb. Was this what death is like? If so, this is miserable.

“He’s awake,” a female voice said from my far right.

“I’m almost finished. Are you ready?” said another voice I immediately recognized.

Liam.

I took a deep breath and smelled smoke and wet dirt. My fangs extended at the smell of smoke. Lucy.

“You better hurry. He’s fighting me. I don’t know how long I can hold him for.”

Liam stepped into view, standing directly over me. His eyes were filled with harshness as well as clear satisfaction. He bent down and looked at me with a smirk plastered on his face. “I’m finished. You can start now,” he told the other person.

Standing over me was another face I recognized. Shana. Her blonde curls nearly covered her face as she bent down to look at me. She didn’t look nearly as harsh or as pleased as Liam, but instead looked almost upset. “I think it’s better if we let him say something before we do it. It’s only humane, Liam.”

He scowled. “Humane? This man doesn’t deserve to say anything. Not after everything he has done.”

She glared at him. “I won’t do it unless he gets a few last words in.”

Liam let out a huff and rubbed his eyes. “Fine. Do whatever you want.”

She reached down and pressed her warm hand to my cheek before quickly pulling it away. “You can speak now, Xavier.”

My mouth opened, yet nothing else could move. My eyes flashed to Liam, fury boiling inside of me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Liam grinned and slammed something into the ground next to me. I immediately recognized it was a shovel. “You and I both know I can’t physically kill you. I also can’t get Shana to do the job. If Matthew knew I had someone else kill you, he’d rip my head off. But I can do something else just as satisfying.”

My eyes narrowed at him. “Where’s Lucy?” I demanded.

“She’s safe, I can assure you that. She’s currently staying with Mr. and Mrs. Foster. Unfortunately, she refuses to drink anything or speak.” He looked away from me, and I swear I saw concern in his eyes.

“If you lay so much as a finger on her, I’ll kill you. The curse won’t be strong enough to hold me back,” I threatened through my fangs.

He leaned against the handle of his shovel. “I figured that. And I’m not going to hurt Lucy. She’s a good person, too good for you, in fact. I promise you I will keep her safe.”

“She’s a bit shaken up and has some burns. I had to start a fire around you to get her out of there,” Shana muttered. “I lifted the curse as well. She’ll be safe.”

My muscles tightened, and I could move my index finger.

“Liam, I can’t hold him much longer,” Shana gasped as she clenched her hands into fists.

I looked at Liam, my muscles growing tenser as I stared over at him. “What do you plan on doing to me, hmm?”

He stood up straighter and glanced over at Shana. “I can’t kill you, and I know if I buried you as you are now, you’ll eventually claw your way out of the grave. Anything for Lucy, correct?”