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“I swear to God, I will kill you myself, if you so much as nick her skin.”
“Dr. Voigt said obsessions aren’t good for you. He told me it’s important to eliminate the sources of your obsessions. She is the source.”
“Mother, I’m warning you.” Lucian rounds the end of the bed, and with the burn of the blade’s edge peeling through a thin layer of skin at my throat, I don’t so much as swallow.
This woman is crazy, and one wrong move might leave me bleeding out.
“Did you ever stop to wonder if she’s even real?” She pets the top of my head, blade steady for a quick slice. “You know, there’s only one way to find out.”
Breath held, I smack her arm away, and the knife falls with a clang to the floor. I roll to the side, as she bends down to snatch it up, and at the sharp yank of my hair, a jagged light dances behind my eyelids.
Lucian lurches toward her, and she releases me. “I’ll see to it that you spend the rest of your life in a cage,” he growls.
Dodging her flailing, knife-toting hand, he backs her onto the bed, and I scramble for the other side to avoid the scuffle.
“I’d sooner die than be locked away like an animal!” Laura screams from behind.
A sputtering cough follows.
I hear the sound of a body falling to the floor.
When I turn back, Lucian appears almost paralyzed, where he stands with his palms up, shock blanching his face.
With blood on his skin.