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30. Rain

The sound of something hitting the ground can be heard next to me, where I have been laying. I take that as the signal E was talking about.

With my mask now gone, they will notice as soon as I open my eyes.

So I have to move quickly.

As I open them, they take a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. Reaching my hand to my waist, I grab the dagger which is still tucked under my belt. As I wrap my fingers around the cold metal, my heart starts to race, but I cannot panic, it will only jeopardize us and make everything leading up to this moment a waste.

As I sit up and take in my surroundings, E is next to me, obliterating whomever is on the ground with a hammer. Next to them stands my father and his mom.

Not noticing me, my father goes to move. Before he can, I hold up my arm with the dagger gripped tightly in my hand. One move, and I could have it impaled into his throat. My eyes stare at him, daring him to try me. To see if I am bluffing.

He would learn quickly that I am not.

“If anyone leaves this room, we will find you. We will burn you fucking alive. Do you understand me?” I shout, projecting my voice the loudest that I can go so everyone behind me doesn’t miss a word I have said.

From the corner of my eye, I see E standing over a body. His chest is heaving, all I can see is blood. It’s on the ground and splattered all over him.

“Fuck you, motherfucker. Whos next?”

His voice is full of hate, disgust and rage.

This is another level of him that I have not seen, but need more. It’s fucking spectacular. Elijah Sinclair is in his element. No one is getting out of here alive.

He doesn’t look at me.

His gaze focuses on his mom and stepfather. Raising his hand, he points his finger at them, “You. I never thought you would sink to his level.”

My own hand starts shaking as the adrenaline kicks in. A few footsteps can be heard behind me.

“She said no one fucking leaves. Are you deaf or just stupid?” Elijah shouts into space. The footsteps immediately stop.

Gripping his bat tighter, he swings it around while his other hand goes to his mask. Removing it off his face, he throws it next to where mine lays. His focus never leaves the two standing in front of him.

As his face is revealed, his nostrils are flaring and the biggest grin adorns his face. His perfectly white, straight sharp teeth are showing.

Something so terrifying to most is breathtaking to me.

“Rain, you can put your hand down. If the narcissist tries anything, he knows he will end up like his friend here.”

Listening to his direction, I lower the blade. Still sitting on the table, I move to the edge and jump off. Touching my collar, the vial and the engraved letters gives me the strength I need as I walk towards Elijah.

He never stops swinging his bat, and I think a part of it keeps him focused. Not doing anything, just standing still in a situation like this would drive him mental.

Passing him, he grabs my free hand with his. Bringing it to his mouth, Elijah kisses it softly. “You did so good, baby.”

A smile forms on my face, and it’s full of pride, “Thank you.”

Releasing me gently, I go to take my place behind him but E stops me.

“Next to me, little bat.”

Stopping in place, I turn around and stand next to him.

“You two are more stupid than I thought. The Dark One will punish you until your last breath for this. You will never escape him, or us. Don’t you see that? What you are doing here is a waste.” My father shouts.

Elijah’s mouth closes, his smile is gone.

“I highly doubt that.” E’s tone makes him sound bored. Then a wad of spit flies out of his mouth, landing directly on my father’s white mask, just above his eye.

Just as I am about to wish it had landed on his eye, it drips slowly from the rim of the eye hole onto his lashes. This brings a smile of satisfaction to my face. As for my father, he is pissed. His mask goes flying off as he uses the sleeve of his robe to wipe his face.

This is the first time I have seen his face.

I’ve not asked for a picture in all this time. It never crossed my mind.

His brows are dark and bushy, and a chiseled jawline with thin lips. Tanned skin and brown eyes. His nose is long and pointy, fitting.

“Get out of your head. You are nothing like him.” E whispers, the tip of his finger brushes against my hand.

He’s right. I know that. But it’s like seeing anything for the first time, I’m just taking it in and absorbing it all.

My father steps forward, and before he can get too close, Elijah is on him. His bat is in the air and connects with the side of his head. You can hear the crack from the impact as my father stumbles to the ground, tripping as he goes down. The front of his head connects with the hard wooden table next to us. Bouncing him backwards as he falls to the ground, knocked out cold.

A feminine gasp moves my attention back up.

“He wouldn’t have protected you anyways mother. The theatrics really aren’t necessary. He isn’t dead.”

Elijah steps over my father’s unconscious body, kicking dirt up as he does.

Looking towards The Chapel’s followers, they are all still here. Some are holding hands, and some have their hands raised over their faces. A couple have fainted and are laying on the ground. They have stood by it all, and they will continue until this ends tonight.

Looking back towards E and his mom, he is now towering over her. He has at least a foot on her.

I stay in place, his mother is his.

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