The Blood we Crave: Part Two (THE HOLLOW BOYS #4) by Monty Jay EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Lyra
The cemetery has always been a place of refuge for me. Solemn,
forgotten ground that makes the world feel less desolate, only because it’s a
reminder of how many souls still exist in the ether. It allows for a macabre
sort of perspective no other living place can handle.
Today, the tombstones do not soothe me.
Today, they are a reminder of all that was lost. All the lives that met their
conclusion. Cemeteries are a place of peace. Funerals are a bitter nudge
towards a future without someone you love.
“It’s so terribly sad,” a woman next to me sobs into a tissue. “No one
deserves to die like that.”
“I never thought I’d live to see the last of the Piersons,” her husband
mutters, a thought I’m sure he didn’t mean to say out loud. Or maybe he
did. Maybe he’s better than the rest, and instead of playing nice, he was
tired of hiding his disdain.
This lady cries again, the wet sound making my ears burn. I whip my
head from the fresh hole in the ground, where a black coffin remains
motionless, and openly glare at the middle-aged woman, completely
uncaring if she or her husband notice.
My grief is a tangible feeling, one that mingles with the current rage
thrumming in my veins. The snow melts as it touches my skin, seeping into
the fabric of my floor-length lace dress. How dare she sit here and cry for a
family she openly talked shit about for years?
How dare they have a right to be here.
All these citizens with their fraudulent condolences, making this more of
a social event than a goddamn mourning ceremony, only showing up to
catch up on all the hot gossip.
Look at me! Look at me! they all say, showing up in their finest silks
and pearls, armed with counterfeit tears and bullshit apologies.
“You didn’t even know—” I start, my tone laced with untamed venom,
but I’m stopped by a large hand resting on my shoulder, tugging me
backwards into their space.
I cut my eyes upward, staring into Alistair’s dark eyes as he gives me
what I assume is a look of disapproval. A silent warning and a reassuring
squeeze of his fingers.
“They aren’t worth it,” he mutters lowly. “Don’t let them win by making
it about them. It’s what they want. This town will only eat you if you let
them take the first bite.”
I try to jerk my arm from his hold, but he just holds tighter. “You’re not
my keeper. I’m capable of handling myself.”
It could rip me apart for all I care. As long as I take my chunk of flesh
before they finish me off.
This town turned the entire Pierson family into a ghost story—a haunted
tale, a fucking plague—and made sure everyone who would listen knew
how evil they all were.
Now they stand here in mourning? They show up and disrespect the
dead?
“I’m well aware of what you’re capable of.”
“Then I think you should let go of me,” I say through gritted teeth. I
don’t want to hurt Alistair, but I also don’t want him to coddle me either.
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