When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110
Finnegan

My chest burns as Corvina lets her hands hover over my chest, making a feeble purple light stream from her hands into my body.

I grit my teeth, praying to the Goddess that it will be over swiftly as I clench the edge of the table with my hand.

Corvina hums, reciting spells in a foreign language lowly as she cuts out parts of my soul that have been enlarged by the demonic entity in me.

I should be used to it by now, but still, I can’t seem to find it easier with time.

Quite the contrary, every time she shows up for another session, my heart squeezes tighter, my anxiety suffocates me harder and the cutting results in being increasingly more painful.

I think this time it is even worse as my inner demon had a feast at getting Missy’s blood. I had been an idiot at not informing Cayden that I felt him growing stronger, but I always have to be so damn convinced about being powerful enough to deal with it myself.

I am already so used to doing everything by myself and being cut off by everybody else that I still struggle to recognise that it isn’t this way anymore. Since Artemisia, everyone in the pack is friendly and I’m still fighting with myself as I still react taken aback when someone, who isn’t one of my warriors, talks to me normally.

Drake has retreated to the back of my mind to let her ravage through my inside without risking pushing through to bite off her head in self-defence.

“Argh,” I groan with my teeth clenched. “What the fuck is this?”

Corvina stares at my torso, concentrating on the task at hand as she answers nonchalantly. “Your punishment for not informing your Alpha about all this growth.”

I chuckle breathlessly as I feel sparks running up my arm.

Turning my head, I see Artemisia looking at me with her big eyes filled with sorrow.

“I’m here,” she says bravely, making me smile.

I don’t even want to think about how bad the pain would be if I hadn’t her small hands clasping mine in desperation to help me through the pain.

Even if her touch is everything I need to make me feel better, it actually helps a lot that I have to concentrate on not crushing her frail fingers when another wave of pain hits.

I have tried to warn her but my little mate is just too stubborn when it comes to her own safety to make one of us feel better.

How often had I told her not to take any of those pills?

Just because of some idiotic idea of some potential baby.

Groaning, I clench my teeth, letting my body calm its spasms by her soothing and melodic voice. “Nearly done, Fynn. Just another bit.”

“Missy can actually help with spotting an excessive growth in strength as she is able to feel his emotions and maybe wouldn’t miss him staying quiet because of his pride,” Corvina observes, making Cayden grunt as he watches us with crossed arms.

“That’s actually a good input. We really need to be more careful.”

Artemisia lifts her head to look at him, squinting her eyes at him playfully. “Weren’t you the one who fed him a she-wolf’s heart?”

Cayden distorts his face as he grins, “That was kind in the spur of the moment.”

“I can’t believe you guys,” Artemisia sighs, shaking her head.

Freeing myself from her grip, I wrap my hand behind her neck to get her eyes back on me.

It is true that I would never mark her without giving her the chance to go through the marking ceremony she is looking forward to, but damn, my mark would look so fucking good on her.

Her eyes meet mine, and even if they are full of worry, they keep me distracted from another wave of pain rippling through me. She touches my side carefully as if she were afraid of hurting me and sends another set of sizzling sparks over my skin.

I love that feeling.