Tasting Darkness

Read Taming Darkness By Jessica Hall Book 3 Chapter 26 – “No, you don’t understand, Ma’am. She still has powers. There were snakes and they-”

“Stop being foolish, you are hallucinating from lack of sleep, Clint.” she presses her fingers against her temple. “Why did I even bother leaving you in charge? You really can’t do anything right around here.”

“No, I-I swear,” Clint pleads.

My mother lets me go, and I drop my head forward, trying not to smile at how petrified he sounds. It truly was sweet music to my ears, and I hoped my neighbor was enjoying it.

“Get the spinal fluid from her and drop it off with Samson. If you can manage that without any more mishaps, I want you to go home and get some sleep, Clint. You have been awake for far too long, and it is making you unhinged. I need those that can do their job, not men I have to babysit. If I have to have this kind of discussion with you again, I will see you torn apart and fed to our captives, do I make myself clear?” she snapped and then before letting him answer, she stomped out of the cell, slamming the door shut behind her for good measure.

Clint whimpered after she left, his head jerked from side to side as he searched for my pets. His hand shook as he grabbed the syringe again. He crept his way over to me and timidly pressed my shoulder.

confident, smirking man from before was long gone. He nudged me over until I flopped onto my stomach and let out a little

powerless. I must have been nodding off during her session.” he spoke to himself in third person, he shook his head and readied his needle again. His fingers traced down my spine, finding the spot he was going to stab

bit of my focus to not let my body resist or jerk as the

pain had been intense, but

ignoring the pain, as I stared up at the ceiling. How was I going to rescue my fellow Harmony-Fae? I wasn’t about to

people over all these years. Just thinking about that or what she was planning to do to them in the future made my stomach

were easily hundreds, no if I’m being honest with myself, probably thousands of lives locked away in these little cages. My mates would find me, but with the increased danger, all of this

thoughts popped as I heard heavy footsteps approaching my cell, and I looked up. Porter stood in front of my cell, Lycus’ no good of a father. Did he come here to watch

be proud of, nothing but filth crossed my mind. Someone with a face like that couldn’t be the good guy, someone with the past he had couldn’t have any redeeming qualities, I had witnessed his atrocities through Lycus’s memories and all had scarred me. For