Torn:Dark Legacy Duet, Book 2

By: Natasha Knight

I take a step toward her but stop when her eyes go wide again.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I say, putting up my hands, refusing to wince at the pain in my shoulder.

“I know,” she says. She looks around the room. My room. “How long was I in that place?”

“Four days.”

I see her knuckles go white as she fists the blankets closer.

“You’ve been back on the island for three.”

“Seven days altogether?”

I nod. “I asked the doctor to keep you sedated.”


I go to her, sit on the edge of the bed.

“We needed to get you rehydrated and fed. And with what she did to you, Helena…I didn’t want you to hurt. I’m sorry.”

She watches me for a long time and I hear my own words.

“Why are you sorry?” she asks, her tone different now.

“That’s a strange question.”

“Is it?”

“I’m sorry I let this happen. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to keep you safe from her. From them.”

“My aunt is dead. You’ve known all along.”

I take in a deep breath. I nod.

“Why did you keep it from me? Why did you let me go on and on and give me hope that you’d let me talk to her?”

I have no excuse.

“Why, Sebastian?”

“When I first found out, it was in the beginning. When you were first here.” I pause, force myself to keep my gaze on hers because I am guilty. Here, I am guilty. “And I didn’t care, Helena. I didn’t care.”

She presses the heels of her hands to her eyes, then rubs them and when she pulls them away, the skin around her eyes is wet.

“I care now,” I say. “And I’m sorry. I was wrong to not tell you.”

She studies me, gives an infinitesimal shake of her head and turns her attention to that strange ring which is still on her finger.

“It’s bone,” she says when she looks up to find me watching her turn it.

“Bone?” I ask.

“Human bone. Scafoni bone.”

I peer closer, meet the empty eye sockets of the skull, feel a cold chill run along my spine.

“The missing finger,” she says.

Her face is unreadable, head cocked slightly to the side, studying me.

“How do you know?” I ask.

“She told me.”

“She told you?”

She nods.

“Who told you?”

“That doesn’t matter right now. Lucinda told me things too.”

“I’m sure she did.”

“She said you chose this. She said you could have stopped it at any time. That you still can.”

I don’t want to answer this question, so I ask another one instead. “I need to know something, Helena.”

She folds her arms across her chest and waits.

“I need to know if Ethan…if he hurt you.”

“He didn’t lay a finger on me. Like you said. He knew you’d be mad if he did so instead, he…” Her face crumples and again, she wipes away tears and I know she’s trying hard not to cry them. “God, I need a shower.”

She pushes the blankets away, but I stop her before she tries to get out of the bed.

“It’s okay,” I say. “You’re clean. I cleaned you. It’s okay, Helena.”

She tugs away from me.

“It’s not okay, Sebastian. She beat me and ordered him to rape me and the only thing that kept him from doing it was his fear of you. Of your wrath. And as grateful as I am for that, I don’t understand why he’s so afraid of you. What did you do to him? What more are you capable of?”

I stand, take a few steps away, run a hand through my hair before turning back to her.

“Why is he so scared of you?”

“It’s not important. It’s important he didn’t touch you.”

“Because only you get to dictate who touches me, right?”



I remain silent as she rages.

“Is it true, what she said? That you can stop this, right now?”

I feel my eyes narrow, feel the tightening of my face. “It’s not that simple.”

She shakes her head. “Yes or no. Sounds pretty simple to me.”

“Lucinda is a liar.”

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