Ink & Dagger (Sins of Eden #1)

32. Chapter XXXII

Chapter XXXII

Emily

I pulled my silver pocket knife from the top of my workstation, the same blade that I’d used the night he attacked me, and kicked his forgotten baseball bat across the room in my approach.

“What’s wrong Erik? Witch got your tongue?” I taunted.

I straddled his lap and leaned forward, sniffing him before I leaned back and grinned menacingly down at him.

“Your fear smells delicious, mutt,” I groaned before grabbing his chin and slicing his cheek with the tip of my blade. He tried to jerk out of my grasp, but I squeezed him tighter, my long nails digging into his jaw.

Something dark and sinister unlocked inside of me and I watched in sadistic delight as his crimson blood pooled into a single teardrop and trickled down his jaw before doing the same to the other side.

“Momma never taught you not to piss off a Witch, did she? That’s okay, cause I will and it’ll be the last lesson you’ll ever learn.”

I stood up and turned away from him for a moment to grab another item from my work bench before returning to stand at his side.

With my silver knuckles firmly in place, I pulled my closed fist back and smashed it into his cheek, watching his head knock sideways from the blow while he grunted in pain.

I wanted to repay him for every single injury he’d ever inflicted on me and I wouldn’t rest until I took the pound of flesh that I was owed. My powers, while dark, weren’t evil per say, but this bitch had it coming and it filled me with joy to see the fear on his pitiful fucking face.

He snarled, turning his head in my direction and I laughed. “Poor little pup, how does it feel to be defenseless and at the mercy of another?” I cooed.

He could act brave all he wanted, but I could see the way he trembled in suspense. He should be afraid. I was off my rocker and fully down the rabbit hole, ready to end this once and for all.

In my other hand, I flipped the pocket knife so that my thumb rested atop the handle where a dainty metal rose sprouted and I plunged the blade deep into his thigh, reveling in the sound as he bellowed in pain, before raising it up and doing the same to the other.

After everything he’d put me through, all of the lies, the cheating, the gaslighting and abuse; hearing his screams of agony was music to my fucking ears.

No longer would I watch over my shoulder when I was walking alone in public. No more would I be terrified to be in my own home or my shop at night and wonder if I were going to fall victim to another attack. Never again would I ever have to worry about Erik. Fucking. Jones. I was doing the world a favor, really.

I paused my vicious twisting of the blade and perked up. I could feel him before I heard him. The invisible electric thread pulling tight and letting me know that he was here.

“Emily? Emily? Where the fuck are you?” The anxious voice of my soul called from down the hall.

I yanked my blade from the meat of Erik’s thigh and wiped his blood across his shirt.

That was another thing that I’d decided for myself as I wandered through the in-between. I was no longer going to fight the magnetic pull I felt toward Jaxon. If he was willing to give me all of him, then in return he could have every broken, fucked up piece of me.

I was done trying to push him away or protect myself from the Erik’s of the world, because Jaxon was not of this world. He was the other half of my soul and he was a fucking Demon.

My Demon.

“Be a good boy and don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back,” I said, patting his cheek before opening the door and stepping out into the hall.

I closed the door behind me and stood firm, knowing that any moment now Jaxon would see me and decide for himself whether or not he truly wanted all of me as I did him.

“Brimstone,” I sighed.

“Fuck, Emily. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Jax asked frantically, looking over my body and all of the blood covering my arms and clothes. I laughed as I looked down too.

Fuck, I hadn’t expected to make such a mess.

Other than getting him into the back and binding him, I didn’t really plan for what I’d do when Erik finally came for me. I just knew I wanted to make it hurt.

“What’s going on, baby?” Jaxon asked again. Concern written all over his face as he searched me for injuries.