Tyrant (Scars of the Wraiths #2)(72)

But I deserved this fate. To die alone and cold, struggling for each breath, thirst so intense that it strangled me. I deserved Damien’s hatred and condemnation for putting him through months of this.

I lay on my back. Hoping to hear the door open. Praying he’d come back any minute. It never opened. Minutes turned into hours and still Damien didn’t return. By nightfall, he still hadn’t returned to put the chains on me.

And then the blood-craze took control and Damien was forgotten, everything was except the rage for blood.





I HEADED BACK DOWNSTAIRS to the Tomb, still reeling that Rayne was a Scar. Fuck, it was great news and yet it bothered me because it put Rayne in danger, and that was the last thing I wanted and not what she needed.

I’d sensed something in her. Something different. Shit, her emotions had filtered into me when she’d been in the shower after I first brought her to Toronto and then again when she freaked over Ryker being in the sub-basement. It also explained why I had trouble reading her thoughts.

Fuck, that’s why she’d been so f*ckin’ important to Anton.

Jesus. He had to have been using her for her ability, whatever that was. Her weight loss had dulled her emotions and, along with it, her ability. That’s why I hadn’t known she was one of us, but knew there was something different with her.

Waleron’s words repeated in my head. Did I save Rayne because I never saved Gemma? Was I trying to fix my past through Rayne?

No. It was different. She was different.

I stopped outside her room, hand on the doorknob, when I heard the shower turn on. I walked over to the pool table and racked the balls then grabbed a cue from the wall and leaned over the table.

“Hey, buddy.”

I smashed the cue into the white ball and sent it flying across the room to crash into a glass side table. I threw the cue onto the table and straightened to look at Tye jogging down the stairs. “What the f*ck are you doing here, *?”

Tye was taller than me, not as muscular, but agile, and the smartest guy I knew, although his appearance didn’t suit that. He had a brow piercing, streaked blue spiked hair, and wore ripped jeans, motorcycle boots, and a black leather jacket.

“Waleron called Xamien asking for some help. I volunteered.” Tye walked over and grabbed the white ball that had settled on the floor amongst the shards of glass. “Nice one.”

He was a reminder of all that went wrong centuries ago. He’d been responsible for protecting Gemma when I was away from the castle. He failed. I could hold a grudge for eternity, and Tye didn’t take the hint that I held him accountable. “Fuck off. I don’t need your shit right now.”

“No can do, buddy.” He plucked a pool cue from the wall rack then chalked it. “Heard Ryker isn’t doing so good.” He shook his head. “Hannah was something special.” Tye set the chalk down on the edge of the pool table. “Wish I could’ve been there to kill that Anton bastard myself.”

I didn’t say anything.

Tye put the white ball back on the table, took my cue off, then bent and lined himself up for a shot. “How’s the girl? Rayne? Heard she got—”

“Stay the f*ck away from her,” I barked.

Tye shot the white ball, which hit the green striped, sinking it into the left corner pocket. “Lighten up. Just asking. Heard she went through some major shit. Also heard she’s a Scar. What is she? We need a Healer. Xamien has been searching for years for another Healer. She could live in Spain with—”

I snapped. Tye talking about Rayne sent my anger into overdrive and funneled my powers into my eyes. They burned and brightened, pulsating as they focused on Tye.

“Whoa, man.” Tye straightened, threw the cue down, and stepped back while holding up his hands. “Shit, what’s your deal?”

“My deal? My f*ckin’ deal? You son of a bitch. You let her go with Ulrich. You sent Gemma to her death, but not before my brother raped her. She was innocent. She was sweet and innocent and you destroyed that. You destroyed her.” I stalked toward him and Tye backed up until he was against the wall. “I loved her. I promised her she’d be safe. I swore to her everything would be okay.” I grabbed him by the shirt and pressed him into the wall.

“Jesus, Kilter, I told you. We told you. It didn’t go down like that,” Tye said, hands on my arms. “For once in your life, listen to me. Listen to the truth about Gemma.” His eyes bulged as I pressed harder into his chest. “Kilter. Gemma and Ulrich… she left with Ulrich willingly. She never loved you, man.”

I slammed his body into the wall and the drywall cracked under the pressure.

“Think about it.” He coughed and pulled at my arms. “Clear your goddamn head and listen to me. It was a setup. She was in love with him. She knew about the Scars, and Ulrich promised to change her into one of us. She knew you’d never make her a Scar. Shit, you kept what you were from her.”

“No,” I shouted and slammed Tye into the wall again. There was a sharp crack and Tye groaned. “You’re f*ckin’ lying.”

“We tried to tell you when you escaped Ulrich, but you were crazed. Every f*ckin’ time we mentioned her name or Ulrich’s, you lost it.” Tye met my eyes and I tried to shake off what I was hearing. I didn’t want to believe it. He was lying.