“It’s impossible,” I said through clenched teeth. “Because this room has always been blue, I’ve always had this bed, and until recently nothing has changed except for the damn rug and the TV!”
Her body jerked. “When did you buy the rug and TV?”
“Let me just go find my receipt I kept from three years ago and give you the exact date, you crazy human!”
Not my best choice in words.
She gasped.
I got slapped.
And my cheek was still stinging when she muttered, “Three years?”
“Three years.”
“Three years ago, I graduated college, moved back home, and updated my room.”
“Does that make us twins?”
“Timber!”
I sighed. “It’s a coincidence.”
“Nothing about us is an accident!” she fired back.
And I knew I couldn’t disagree, I just didn’t understand, and if I was being completely honest, no part of me felt worthy to.
“Right, well…” My control was slipping as red lined my vision. “…it feels like it is. Just a horrible accident that was never meant to happen in the first place. Where a man cursed meets the only person in existence who makes him feel—and she was meant for someone else.”
I was talking about the other soul then inside me screaming. The one that wanted her more than anything, and the very real demonic nature that kept tapping it down, silencing it.
I felt pain again. Searing pain in my vision, and again in the palms of my hands.
Trapped in another prison, watching while whatever inside me suffered for her touch.
Knowing it was him she wanted.
Not me.
“Kyra, I’m sorry.”
“What? What are you sorry for?”
“I’m sorry that whatever needs you, loves you, calls for you inside me, will never show itself. I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough to remember, I’m sorry that the face that you see isn’t the face you want nor the face you deserve. I’m sorry, that this most likely won’t be a happy ending but another tragedy.”
She was silent and then. “What makes you think it’s not you that I want? You that my soul needs?”
“I have lived for millennia Kyra, one thing has always remained true. The demon, does not win.”
“But—”
“I’m going to bed.”
“Timber.”
“Goodnight.” I shut the door and walked away before I did something stupid like ask her to touch me again, ask her to tell me that she wanted me, not whatever was inside me, calling to her.
Power surged through me.