Chapter 61 Hurt so badly
Saint entered the shower a few moments later, grabbing the shampoo to lather my hair. Eryx joined us, and they worked together, silently cleaning my battered body. Saint pulled me against him, turning me toward Eryx, who peered down at my body with a murderous look dancing in his gaze. "We find Lucas, and we return what he did to her tenfold, Saint," he growled, his midnight gaze sliding up to meet mine. "Agreed," Saint whispered, holding me carefully as Eryx used a soft cloth to
wash my body. They worked like they'd done this before, helping one another to ease the pain. My eyes closed against the dark blotches swimming in my vision.
I gasped, screaming as Eryx washed between my thighs. Air refused to reach my lungs as I fought against him cleaning my sex, riddled in shallow cuts.
His jaw clenched, and pain filled his eyes.
"She may have internal damage," Eryx admitted.
Saint's hands tightened around my chest, and his lips brushed against my shoulder. He was prepared to subdue me if I fought against Eryx cleaning the wounds. Saint continued, studying my face as I slid the mask back over my emotions. His attention shifted over my shoulder, and he exhaled slowly. "How do you do that, Princess? How do you just shut it the fuck off?" Eryx asked, finishing with his task. Saint stood me up with him, stepping into the warm spray before moving us out of the shower. Eryx helped him wrap a towel around me, noticing that blood seeped into the fabric. Before I could protest, he picked me up and walked me into the bedroom where Xari sat on the chair, holding up a bag of blood.
"Vampire blood mixed with healing herbs," she stated, shaking her head.
"Ezekiel and Enzo said to make her drink it all and then have her smoke this shit." She tossed a tin onto the bed, lifting her gaze to mine. "My father wants to know if they if they used a blade?"
"Yes, they did. Have Carleigh placed into a holding cell, and don't let her out of your sight. Have Toralei tell the pack that Lucas is wanted for treason against his alpha. I want that mother fucker hunted down and brought back here alive," Saint whispered, and I shivered at his tone, filled with hatred and rage. "You won't find him," I stated, trying to get out of his hold.
"Stop fighting me, Brat."
"Don't ever call me that again," I snarled, staring into his rounded gaze
with a rage of my own. "Put me down, now."
He didn't argue, placing me on my feet. I moved to my bed, fighting to get the covers off as the towel they'd wrapped around me, dropped to the floor. Sit- ting carefully on the bed, I lifted one leg onto the mattress and then the other as Xari grimaced, turning white before she hid the horror on her face.
Saint reached over, covering my body with the blankets before he undid the bag of blood and held it out for me to take. I didn't argue, knowing that vampire blood would heal me a lot faster than my body could, given the amount of dam- age it had sustained this time.
Usually, my father was careful not to inflict too much damage, wanting me to appear whole in front of the pack. After all, he didn't want them knowing he tortured and mutilated his daughter. That would have caused the pack to rise against his rule. He'd been careful and strategic in what he'd done or allowed those to inflict onto my body. And on the occasion that he took things too far, he had told the pack that I was away on pack business.
The one time he'd lost control in a rage, it took me over a month to heal. One thousand shallow cuts, and then they'd flayed the flesh from my body. It had been one of the few times I'd begged for him to end it, to take my life be- cause the pain had been too much to bear. My father was a master of agony, and Lucas, who admitted to cutting the skin from my stomach, thighs, and arms, had been present for that one.
Once I'd finished the blood, Eryx lit a joint from the tin Xariana had tossed onto the bed, handing it to me. My arm wouldn't lift, and my entire body felt as if it were made of solid concrete. He moved closer, taking a drag before pressing his lips against mine, blowing the smoke deep into my lungs.
"Hold it in, Braelyn," he stated, exhaling. "Good girl." He smiled sadly, pushing the wet hair away from my face.
"Move, asshole," Saint grunted, sliding onto the bed beside me, taking the joint from Eryx and holding it against my lips. "Xari, after you've finished dis- closing the information to your father, see if the medic can find something to help knock her out."
A knock sounded, and Xariana rose from her chair, opening the door a crack before turning to look at Saint.
"It's your goon squad. They've been outside the door since you two closed it in their faces." Xari stepped back a moment before it swung wide, revealing Saint's crew and a few others that sat in the hallway.
"Brae needs rest," Saint stated, but they ignored him and piled into the room. "Was she done like the others?" Phenrys asked, his pretty eyes watching mine.
"Yeah, I think we finally found him," Eryx growled, and my stare slid to his, narrowing on him. He noticed my expression and exhaled. "We've been track- ing a monster who likes to use knives on females. He flays the flesh from their stomach and then places it onto their vaginas to make them appear..."
"Like dolls." I whispered, holding his stare. "How did you know that, Brae?" Saint asked.
"An educated guess," I whispered hoarsely, swallowing past the copper taste of blood that remained in my mouth. "Why else would he take flesh from the stomach, placing it over the vagina? Maybe he didn't get enough playtimes with Barbie and was jealous of Ken."
"Sick fucking bastard." Xariana groaned, turning her attention toward the door where the demon twins leaned against it, peering into the room.
"Lucas needs to be put down, and it needs to be done in an excruciatingly painful manner," Enzo stated, dragging his eyes over my face. I shivered at the look of curiosity, as if he knew every dark secret I held without needing to be told. The shadows moved around him, and his lips jerked into a sinister smirk that caused a tremor to rush through me. "Ezekiel, she needs another bag of O positive. See that Ian is thanked, and that he has what we offered him in return. Notify Cole Van Helsing that we need his services to hunt down a Fenrir wolf. One who didn't get enough playtime with Barbie and looks like Ken. Someone should have told that bastard that Barbie gets off with G.I. Joe, and only him."
"Sick, fuck," Ezekiel snorted, his eyes holding mine as he tilted his head. "Don't waste the dragon grass, pretty Princess. It's hard to come by, even for creatures like us. It will free your mind of the pain and allow you to rest without nightmares. Unless, of course, you're into that?" he asked in a hope-filled tone.