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Rated M for a reason.
Chpt 42 Incomplete
EPOV
I have completely lost track of time and quite possibly my sanity.
With the loss of so much venom over time the pain of my dismemberment has quietened to a dull roar.
Unable to move or speak I have done nothing but think and my thoughts and my regrets have made poor bedfellows in my locked wooden box.
It has now been, I believe, several days since I have heard any sound at all from my captors and I am beginning to fear that I have been abandoned and forgotten in my tomb.
I have no idea what has happened to my sister. We were separated at the hotel the night we arrived in Rio and I have not sensed her since.
Not one single word has been addressed to me. What I know, I know from my gift which like me has grown weaker and weaker since this ordeal began. Perhaps my captors are still here and I can simply no longer hear them.
Rutilio.
According to the minds I have read where his business interests are concerned he is inclined to act first and ask questions later.
It was naïve and dangerous of me to rush down here trusting in my gift to allow me to discover the truth and protect me. And incredibly foolish to bring my sister with me. Carlisle and Esme must be insane with worry.
My captors knew nothing of why I am here. Only that I was to be detained and incapacitated until further notice. They also knew nothing of Alice's fate. I can only assume that Rutilio, fully aware of my relationship to Jasper and where I had been, decided not to risk any interference from us. I have accomplished nothing.
Boots on the wooden floorboards shock me back to the present. Two vampires are approaching, one whose thoughts are entirely consumed with his upcoming hunt and the other who is coldly preparing to carry out his master's instructions.
Oh dear God.
I regret many decisions I have made, as much as I regret now the consequences of those decisions to myself and others. But I regret nothing more than running away from Bella when she was mine.
I am forever doomed to be incomplete. Never to heal the pain in my heart, never to see my love again and without the chance I started to perceive to make peace with my immortal existence and accept the opportunities it presented.
Bella, Bella, Bella.
