Hey all, today’s theme is black moment which really, to me, is a defining scene where emotion plays a huge role. I’ve chosen a scene from my upcoming, His Darkest Hunger and it’s a scene where Libby truly realizes the severity of her situation and what she needs to do in order to survive. I hope you enjoy it and make sure to visit the other authors participating! Their links are at the bottom of this post!
“Seems as if your jaguar has come to call,” He shook his head slowly, “Foolish animals they are.” His voice was almost a whisper, “They are not like us, Libby.”
She looked at him, her expression incredulous, “Not like us? We’re nothing alike, you and I.” He was a monster, as close to evil as you could get.
Soft laughter fell from Cormac’s lips, but his eyes narrowed as he studied her. His voice slithered across her skin as he whispered, “We’re more alike then you know.”
Abruptly he turned from her and Libby suddenly felt like crying, so great was the deluge of emotion that filled her body. She began to pant, in short staccato breaths, and they hung loudly in the air between them. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and a few moments later, was able to force out a sentence.
“I just want my son back. I’ll do anything…anything that you want.” She knew she sounded desperate, but she didn’t care. She was desperate.
The tall sorcerer paused, but didn’t turn around. His movements were slow, precise and controlled. Everything about the man was cold and calculated and the hatred that Libby felt as she gazed down upon him nearly choked her.
“Know this Libby. Your son is alive, because I wish it. As are you.”
Time slowed as his words penetrated her brain and their meaning became clear. He had the power. He had her son. A sob escaped her throat, thick with grief and her eyes were full of tears as she looked at the calm man in front of her.
“What do you want?”
He spoke clearly, his voice low, “I want Skye Knightly.”
Confusion rippled over her in waves. Libby shook her head, not understanding his meaning.
“I don’t know…who is she?”
“Don’t play games with me, Libby. I won’t hesitate to kill your child, the same way I wouldn’t hesitate to crush an annoying little bug.”
Her eyes were huge but the grief was so great, Libby couldn’t answer. All she could do was stare in terror at the man who regarded her with no emotion at all.
“Skye was your roommate at the DaCosta compound.” His eyes bored into hers, and as realization began to dawn, his cruel mouth broke into a sinister grin. “You find a way to get her to me, and I will return your son.”
“Why should I believe anything that you say?” Libby’s words fell from her lips in a hoarse whisper.
Cormac laughed softly and looked directly into her eyes. Libby saw the truth there even as he spoke. “I have no need to lie.”
The sounds of battle ceased and Cormac moved away from her, edging towards escape. His voice was dispassionate and it was raspy, like sandpaper, “Remember what I said Libby, the woman for your son.”
“But how will I…How the fuck will I find you?” Her terror and anger burst from her chest as she shouted down to him.
He paused and though he didn’t speak, she heard his words clear as day, echoing deep inside her skull. They whispered through her mind and she shuddered at the creepy sensation. “I’m not going far so don’t fail me now. I already told you…we are not so different. Pay attention: you will find me, or you will never see your son alive.”
He disappeared and Libby screamed in frustration. She began to struggle wildly, her body breaking out into a heated wash of sweat. There was no way to break through the charm Cormac had used, but still her body railed against the invisible chains.
How long she struggled she couldn’t know. Her fury was like a black haze that hung in front of her face, and the taste of her salt tears fed the hunger even more. That such evil had a hold on her child made her sick. Most of his words made no sense to her. She’d been adopted as a six year old and had no memory of her younger years. Cormac had insinuated he’d known her as a small child.
What the hell did all of it mean? How did it all fit together?
Furiously her brain tried to decipher it all, but Cormac’s innuendos and statements just coagulated into a large blob of nothing. None of it made any sense.
Her head lolled back and Libby felt the fight leave as her body began to physically shut down. She tried to wipe all of it from her mind. Everything faded away, and the sound of her own breathing echoed loudly in her ears. She closed her eyes and rested, trying to conserve her strength.
She would need it in the coming days.
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