Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(199)

My eyes fell to her walking stick, splintering my heart more surely than any bat I'd swung or any terror I'd rained.

"Please-I just want to talk," she called.

Her voice sent me straight back to Rio-to my dreams. There she'd been reincarnated to die night after night. Here she was real-a figment of my nightmares come to haunt me for my crimes.

Q wrapped an arm around me. I didn't register his warmth or comfort. I didn't register anything but bugs and beetles and pain.



       
         
       
        

"Please-let me pass. I promise I mean no harm," Blonde Angel pleaded.

Franco looked to me. His chiselled face was dark. "Tess-what do you want me to do?"

Blonde Angel fanned her hands. "I only need a minute."

I couldn't say no to her. Regardless if she was there to kill me. I couldn't' say no to the woman I'd hurt so badly.

"Let her go, Franco." My voice was reedy, lost.

"Tess?" Q shook me, but I sank into memories.

"That's it. Do it. Hit her. Harder."

Blonde Angel hurled herself up the steps, beelining for me. Her mouth opened, but I heard nothing. Only Leather Jacket lived in my ears.

"You're so weak, puta. Beg for your life. Beg for it-maybe then we won't make you kill her."

Tears.

They sprouted up my throat, trickling from my eyes. My entire body wept for what I'd done to this girl. She halted a foot away; both of us breathing hard, both staring silently. Her tears matched mine-a torrent of emotions on her heart-shaped face.

A story screamed in her gaze.

Confusion.

Hatred.

Sadness.

Forgiveness.

She cried out, deleting the space between us. I cowered, bringing my arms up to protect myself, but her body smashed against mine, clutching me hard.

I froze. Not breathing, hardly existing under the horror I'd caused.

Q grabbed the girl's shoulder, wrenching her back. "Qu'est-ce que tu penses faire?" What the hell do you think you're doing? His voice was livid, his body trembling with rage.

I opened my mouth to explain. How to explain? I'd told him what I'd done-what they made me do. But having the evidence standing as judgement was too much.

"I had to see her. I had to tell her," Blonde Angel sniffed, uncaring tears tracked down her face.

I sucked in a fearful breath. My limbs quaked. "I'm-I'm-" I'm so damn sorry. So eternally, endlessly sorry. I'll never ever forgive myself.

She shook her head, a smile breaking through her sorrow. "I had to tell you-I … " A fresh spillage of tears ruined her strength. Swallowing hard, she managed, "It wasn't your fault. All that time, I knew you cared. You accepted more pain to stop us from receiving, but in the end nothing you did could've stopped it."

She reached for me again, burying her face in my shoulder.

Something snapped inside. The grief I thought I'd dealt with gushed forth, purging the remaining darkness in my soul.

"I'm so sorry," I sobbed, clutching her, drowning in tears.

Q stiffened but never let go of my waist. I stood hugged by two people. My past and future. Anchored by my love, drifting on a sea of pain. 

The world ceased to exist as I found closure in the arms of my victim. The arms of the woman who I'd watched be raped and traumatised.

Q's hand shifted to my lower back, linking me to the present where I was good. Where I'd repaid my sins by saving others. He gave me silent support while I came undone on the steps of the Paris town hall.

Slowly, my grief ebbed. Blonde Angel smiled, her face blotchy and red. I knew my reflection would match completely.

A smile graced her lips, a weight lifting off her shoulders, evaporating into the sunny sky. "Thank you."

I shook my head. "Thank you. For being strong enough to forgive me."

She pressed a kiss to my cheek. "We were both their victims. We knew that. It wasn't your fault."

"Tess-is everything okay?" Q murmured, rubbing my spine. His eyes never stopped glaring at Blonde Angel. He stood as my guard, soothing my soul.

I smiled softly. "I'm better. Now." Turning to Blonde Angel, I asked, "What's your name?"

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It's Sophie. And I'm guessing yours is Tess?" Her eyes flickered to Q, growing wide with awe. "I remember you. I remember you coming into our cell and some guards taking us away. I remember your home."

My eyes snapped to Q. "She stayed at our house and I never knew?"

He clenched his jaw. "I didn't want you to see any girls from Rio, Tess. For this exact fucking reason." His gaze softened. "I'm very glad you're happy now, Sophie, but can you please let go of my wife?"