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But we both ignore him as we head straight for Silas’s room. Heath breaks down his door, and we rush into his room.
“Stop!”
CHAPTER 62
Silas
I lookat my blood-caked body in the mirror and the scar permanently etched into my skin. Pain. God, the pain feels so damn good, I don’t think I can ever stop, and I don’t fucking want to.
Inside me is a void I kept filling with unending violence like some kind of black hole sucking everything in, and it was never satisfied.
Never.
Until …
Through the mirror, I stare at her over my shoulder and at the knife I gifted her. The knife she earned with just as much violence as I love to inflict.
In silence, she stares back at me through the mirror.
There’s blood all over the palms of my hands and my naked, tattooed torso. In disbelief, her eyes hover on my heart, wherefresh blood still glistens from the letters I carved into my own skin.
Liar.
“Silas, what are you doing?” Heath asks.
Ivy’s whole body begins to shake. “Why did you do this?”
“I lied to myself. I truly thought I was a psychopath, just like you said.” My lip tips up into a half smile. “But you stole something from me that I didn’t even know existed.”
She looks shocked by what I’ve done and the words coming from my mouth.
A wicked smile forms on my lips. “Don’t you understand?” I point at my chest where my heart is. “My heart only beats when it’s in your hands.”
Her eyes are riddled with shock. Her lip quivers, but I need to say these fucking words, and she’d better fucking listen to me.
“I have never, ever felt anything … not for anyone,” I say. “Until you came along. And no matter what I do, who I hurt, who I kill, I can’t make it stop.”
This heart of mine was never made for beating.
And it definitely wasn’t made to be loved.
I smirk. “Like I said in my note, I was right. You really are a thief, through and through.” Blood rivulets down my chest. “I’ve given you everything I have. Everything I am. Even my own flesh and blood. And it still isn’t enough to stop me from wanting you so badly it makes me want to rip out my own heart and hand it to you on a silver platter.” I tilt my head back. “This is the deal you made, little thief. Your heart will never beat for me, so at leastlet me have the privilege of gifting you mine because you already stole it from me.”
Tears begin to form in her eyes. “You shouldn’t have done this.”
“I gave you that fucking scar,” I say, pointing at her abdomen. “So now I gave myself one too.” I swallow. “That’s what you wanted, right? Justice.”
I drop my knife on the floor.
Her face contorts at the sight of me, but I still step closer.
“Silas, don’t do it,” Heath warns, but I ignore him.
“Use the knife I gave you. C’mon, give it your best shot. I won’t stop you this time.” I open my arms. “Take my fucking heart … you need it more than I do.”
Her eyes flicker with shock from those words.
I’ve said them before, but maybe she never understood what I meant until now.