Sapphire Scars (The Jewelry Box #3)

I—

Hands on mine.

Gentle and so, so kind.

I paused my scratching, scrubbing.

I looked up.

Into golden beautiful eyes.

Alive eyes.

No longer vacant or dead.

And every part of me cracked.

I’m sorry.

So sorry.

“Henri…”

Her voice.

Christ, her voice.

I swayed toward her.

I crashed against her.

Her arms wrapped around me and held tight.

The stinging in my eyes became caustic.

The searing in my lungs so vicious.

I wanted to tell her so many things. All of it. Everything. But I couldn’t because the devil wrapped his hand around my throat and strangled.

I gasped.

I can’t breathe.

My heart bucked.

I can’t breathe!

Pushing the angel away from me, I crawled out of the shower.

My bones jangled.

My blood jumped.

Nausea tore through me, and I needed—

I’m going to—

With a lurch, I reached the toilet, flipped up the lid, and purged.