Chapter 50

Rhea POV

Sitting with Roxy and Morgan, waiting for the hunters to get back from their little outing, it seems to me that we should be collecting the witch first, but what the hell do I know. I sip on my drink and take a bite out of a cookie on a platter on the table. I wonder how I will feel when I see Soul and if I will have the same feeling I did at one time. There was something about him the intrigued me, and my dumbass thought he felt the same way.

"What is bothering you? You look disturbed," Morgan says to me.

I shift in my seat and play with my hair. I look up at the ceiling. Do I really want to talk with her about this? Is it any of her concerns?

"I was thinking about Soul and the moments we shared together. Not the sex, but the conversations we had together. It is strange at one point I felt like we had a connection," I say.

"A connection? He was getting you ready to pimp you out to the ultimate evil. Soul cared nothing for you or your connection. He only wanted to prepare you for his master. So snap out of it before he convinces you to free him. Soul will die here today, and no one is going to stop that," Morgan says.

Roxy is quiet. She was with Soul a long time, and she was his number one woman. I know this is hard for her. I am sure she feels some of the things I feel for him too. It was different with Damien. I did not feel anything for Damien, but Soul touched me somewhere that is unexplainable; maybe I am delusional. Of course, I am. Morgan is right Soul is bad news.

The hunters come into the apartment carrying Soul. They take his unconscious body back to the back room. In the same room, I removed Damien's fang, and the hunters murdered Damien. Damien definitely deserved everything he got. He deserved to die a slower, more painful death. I think he got off far too easy. Damien should have been humiliated and tortured. He should have felt what so many women felt at his hand. Instead, the hunters killed him far too quickly.

I watch as they carry Soul. His perfect body in the arms of a hunter. Soul has a way with words and a way to make you feel like you are special to him. In reality, I know I was not special to him. The master wanted me, and Soul wanted to play with me first. Soul played with me, Damien played with me, and that damn witch played with me. I should hate them all, not just Damien.

I lean back in my chair. I do not know why so much of my time with Soul plays in my mind. I have to let this go. All of these strange feelings I am having all of a sudden.

"Are you fucking Okay, Rhea? I mean, seriously, if this is going to bother you, then leave," Morgan says to me, straight forward and to the point.

"This is my apartment, bitch. I do not think so. I am fine, but do not ever talk to me that way again. I have been through enough. I am only trying to work through it all. Now back the fuck off. You can leave," I say to her.

Roxy looks nervous as I bark at Morgan. This bitch, no matter how grateful I am for her help, she will not talk to me like this. I am starting to think she just like being a bitch. If she wants to be a bitch she can go do it somewhere else. I am tired of people treating me like garbage. I got enough of that from Damien.

"I do not trust you, Rhea. You are the one that put my name on a contract and signed me over to the ultimate evil," Morgan says.

"Well, no one made you sign it. You saw those dollar signs and were willing to give your body over to Soul, no questions asked. Am I right? You could not wait to work for Soul and be his little whore. So do not blame me that your mind got zapped; that is all on you," I scream at her.

Roxy slams her hand into the table. "None of this is either of your faults. It is Damien and Soul, and that damn witch, and whoever this ultimate evil is, they all work for, not either of you. So, please stop this. We need to calm the fuck down and concentrate on finding the damn witch so she can pay for what she had done. We also need to be trying to find all the women before the evil one; the real master in all of this takes them. So both of you need to shut the fuck up. Soul and Damien and that damn witch are still manipulating you, and you know what, you are letting them. So fucking stop it!" Roxy screams.

"Jasmine, I am sorry," Morgan says to her. She touches her shoulder and tries to calm her, all while giving me a go-to-hell look.

Roxy pulls away from her. "Do not call me Jasmine; that bitch died a long time ago, and do not ever touch me again. We had a fling, and it is over. Get over it, Morgan. I care nothing for you. I was under a spell, and you were my responsibility to break into the program. I did what was asked me, nothing more or less. I care nothing for you!" Roxy screams at her.

Morgan looks distraught. She looks at Roxy, and her eyes well up with tears. She loves her, but the feeling is not mutual. "I am sorry," Morgan says to Roxy. She leaves the table. Roxy and I sit at the table together. We can hear the hunters yelling at Soul. I am greatly disturbed by all the noise.

"I cannot take this. I know I should be pissed off and wanting to kill him, but I was with him for so long. All the memories with him were not all bad. There was something about him that was different from Damien," Roxy says.

"Do you think he would give up the women's location in exchange for his life?" I ask Roxy.

"They want to torture him and kill him. I do not think they even care to find out what is going on with the women. I think if we are to find the hidden harem, we will have to do it ourselves," Roxy says to me.

"Do you trust me to help you?" I ask her.

Roxy reaches across the table and takes my hand. "Of course I do; you are my friend, Rhea. I trust you with my life," Roxy says.

"You trust her but not me, glorious," Morgan barks at us from across the room.

"Do you know where they are, Rhea? Surely there was something you saw when you were in the cottage or something the witch said," Roxy says to me.

"I cannot remember everything about the witch. I only met her a few times. I know something about your file upset me, but I cannot remember what I read or what Damien told me about Soul and you. It is all blurry. I need to go back to the cottage. Is the witch there or on the run?" I ask Roxy.

"I am not sure, we should go to the cottage and see what we can find out, but first I want to see Soul," Roxy says.

"Why do you want to see him? I mean, I would love to see him and see why it is I feel this way about him, but I do not think these hunters will allow us near him," I say to her.

"I need to see him. I want to know why? I want to know why he kept me so long and why he is so intrusive in my mind. Why do I feel like I love him?" Roxy says to me.

"Okay then, let us get you back there in that room to see him. Stay here; I will be right back," I say to her.

I get up from the table and walk back to the back room. I knock on the door but then walk on into the room. Why the fuck am I knocking? This is my apartment!

The hunters look at me when I walk into the room. "You want to defang him too, Rhea?" Charlie asks me.

"No, Roxy wants to see him. She has a question for him about her past before you kill him," I say. I stare into Soul's eyes. He is sexy and alluring. There is something beautiful and intriguing about him. Am I still under his spell? He is not abusive or belligerent like Damien was when he saw me. Soul is calm, cool, and waiting for his punishment.

"You look beautiful, Rhea," Soul says calmly to me.

"I will bring Roxy in to see him, but we need to give them space. She has some personal questions for him," I say to Charlie.

"What about you Rhea, do you want to ask me anything personal?" Soul says to me.

I ignore him and go to the kitchen to get Roxy. I touch her shoulder, and she gets up from the table. "Soul will see you now. The hunters will give you space to talk to him. Make it quick, and we will go to the cottage when you have your answers," I say to her.

Roxy kisses me on the cheek. "Thank you," she says.