Tasting Darkness

Book 2 Chapter 11 Darius POV My anger gets the better of me . I stole her magic , something I didn’t think I would do again . I didn’t want her powerless , yet I couldn’t have her digging around in my head . My anger will also be how I lose them if I am not careful . Instantly , I regretted it as I walked out of the classroom . The betrayal I felt from her stole my breath . My mate’s anger was scorching me through the bond . However , Tobias’s energy was curious as it washed through me , and I knew he would be following me . Opening a portal in front of me . I stepped through it before he could follow me

Letting the suction of it zap me into new surroundings . It was cold down here . Far below the ground and directly beneath the castle were the bunkers . When my mother and sister lived down here , I swear it felt warmer . Now it felt as cold as the nagging at my soul , cold as the nagging guilt that plagued me . No one knew this place was here except my father when he was alive and the two guards that kept watch in the cells , and of course , my mates . Aleera is utterly unaware that she sat in the cell that was the only entrance into this place besides portaling . However , only those of blood could portal into this place .

The blood encryption that protected the place kept everyone out . Walking around and across the bunker , I sit on my sister’s old bed . It was only a single , and she had drawn a fake window on the wall . I remember that day so clearly . She was so excited when I brought the paints down to her and snuck them in against Dad’s orders . The beating I copped for that was worth it just to see her face light up as she painted what she envisioned outside to look like . My father was a good father , but with my sister and that idiocy on my part , he lost it . If there was a closet full of skeletons , this place held mine , the bones and blood spilled by these hands , the souls destroyed and lives lost , this is where they are stored as a reminder of the kind of monster I truly am . An entire species of

Fae is eradicated because of me . No one had blood on their hands as I did . No one can say they have killed more people than the Dominic – Fae King . Was this my karma ? A punishment for my past ? Now I risked losing them all , the only four people I care about , and they would leave when they figured out what I had done . So many secrets , and now they were unraveling . I tried to make it up to her and apologize , but mum never looked at me the same after that day . She never uttered a word to dad or anyone again . She slipped into herself and became a shell . Her life force was gone ,

fizzle through my fingertips , casting the memory like a projection , and watch it repeatedly , wondering how I forgot , looking at any little detail I may have forgotten or overlooked . Though , there was no denying it was my fault . The familiar echo of the sound of her laughter as she skipped around the vast bunker . She was so small , pale from not being in the sun , but full of life even though forced to live

squealed as I stepped into the bunker . She did a cartwheel running over to me . I clapped , watching her do another before she slammed into me , wrapping her tiny arms around my waist until I scooped her up . I had just gotten home from school and couldn’t wait to show mum the grade I got that day

was still doing ok . She hated being apart from us , but none of us could bear the

. Mum was making afternoon tea at the industrial – style bench and cutting sandwiches into the little hats , as my sister would call them . ” Mummy , mummy , can I have a drink ? ” Sarah asked , and my mother looked over at her and smiled warmly , a smile I never saw again after that day . ” In a minute , sweetie Darius is showing me something ,

Sarah cough . The room fell silent , and it felt like time had stopped along with my heart . We turned from the counter to look at her . The scream that left my mother was loud , visceral , guttural torment . That noise my mother made would forever haunt me . The sound of Sarah’s voice and the look on her face haunted my nightmares for years until I marked Kalen .

” I just wanted a drink , ” Sarah murmured as the orange cordial spilled on the floor , pouring liquid death all over the floor along with her life . ” Mummy ? ” she gasped as blood seeped from her tear ducts

he came down . How did Aleera survive and my sister didn’t ? Why didn’t I die that day with her , with mum ? I sat in the ruins of what killed my family . Staring at the place haunted me more than anything . Time slipped by , and it wasn’t until I felt the tug of the bond that I found myself in my room . How many hours had