The Ghost and the Darkness Volume 1 (The Fallocaust Series Book 2) by Quil Carter Read Free Book Online Page B

string pull on my heart; he had been too busy to take me in quite sometime. I missed the sex we had. Intense marathons that lasted hours, both filling me with a pleasure that brought me to my knees gasping and crying, and intense pain that had me scream for mercy.
    Nothing could help the smile that came to my lips. In that moment my heart tugged towards him and I missed his cold touch.
    The blond man of ice who had captured me in his snare and refused to let me go. Who looked upon my battered, bloodied body as I thrashed in my cage with a cold indifference. The dark times, the beginning years of my slavery with him had dimmed, overshadowed by what we had gone through together to get to this point. Those moments shone a beacon to the stars as bright as the moon, casting a shadow on the memories I had so deeply and brutally branded in my mind and flesh.
    Memories I thought of fondly now, though I was glad I no longer had to dodge King Silas’s hand, or the Crimstones’ agendas, or even my ex-boyfriend.
    I looked at my shackle scars now a silver pink, then flexed my back feeling the crisscross scarred roads that told their own stories; ones that Elish would regularly get lasered off of my body.
    Elish could be a cruel master at times; hitting me, fucking me until I sobbed, or biting through my skin so he could taste the blood that drove every chimera wild. He was callous, unemotional, and held in him a cruelty that still surprised me at times.
    But my heart sang at the sound of his voice. And my body melted when he took me whether it be a loving manner or not. My essence and my being belonged solely to him and at the mere glance of those cold eyes I knew I was his pet and he was my master. Though we had become more than that long ago.
    We had the rings to prove it.
    I felt alone in the chasm of fire and ice in my heart and soul. My fear and respect for my master so intertwined with my love I no longer knew how to separate the long invisible strings. I just knew they drew me to him, and as I looked out into the vast irradiated bare rocks before us I felt my heart ache from his absence.
    “Make food.”
    My brow knitted together; I had been enjoying the quiet ambiance. Both Luca and I were used to the cold tranquility that Elish brought in with his presence. Even when he was gone and it was just myself and the sengil the only sound was usually the TV, unless I had had a few drinks or a bump of something. This scientist brought an aura to him that was like lightning to the sensitive parts of my brain.
    No... I take that back, not lightning, that wasn’t flicks of light I saw, it was fractures. A glowing orb filled with thousands of tiny hairline cracks that flared and split with different stimulants. At a distance, Perish seemed normal... but the closer I looked... yes, things were missing. He was damaged beyond anything I had ever seen or felt. There was something extremely off in this man’s brain, like he was two different people shoved into one mind.
    “Pet? I’m speaking to you.”
    Whatever sympathies I had for this brother I had never personally met dissolved with his condescending tone.
    I turned around and narrowed my eyes at him. The scientist, unlike when Elish addressed him, didn’t cower. I realized then we were going to have a problem.
    I decided to quell our differences immediately. As Elish had taught me, you correct bad behavior before it becomes habit.
    “I am not your pet, nor am I your sengil. I am a chimera, like you.” I adopted my ‘Elish tone’, one that had gotten me out of many predicaments. Our brothers often called me his little protégé just to annoy him.
    Perish snorted; his light blue eyes seemed to mock my attempts at brazenness. “Don’t bullshit me. You’re Elish’s cicaro.”
    My cool tone faded as my Morosian upbringing took over. “But I am not your pet, there for... get your own fucking food,” I snapped.
    I stalked up to him and like any slumrat worth his salt I didn’t stop