Soulless (The Heartless Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

inside you did. The think you can’t control, remember? Besides, I took care of that with the police. They won’t bother us again.”
    “What did you do?”
    He avoids the question. “You aren’t even a full abomination yet, and you won’t be if I have anything to say about it. So whatever you dreamed, whatever he put or whoever put in your mind, it isn’t real.”
    “Wait, people can still put things in my mind?” I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that before now. “You?”
    He smirks. “Not me. I’ve tried, but not me. But someone or something has to be giving you these visions, right? Not just the angel blood. Or the demon blood. Or the whatever blood…”
    “The whatever blood?”
    “Never mind. It stands to reason that whatever is putting these things in your brain is doing it for a reason. You saw those girls die to drive you crazy, right?”
    “Something like that,” I say, not wanting to think of those poor girls who died because of me. They deserved better. Heck, the world deserves better than to be stuck with me. If I truly was put on Earth to destroy it, I wish I’d never been born. That way, everyone would just go on with their lives. Happy. Grateful. Selfish. Alive… complaining about their meaningless job and that one coworker no one likes, but everybody has to like. They’d never have missed me. But oh, will they know I’m around when I turn into that thing, that thing I don’t even really understand, and, according to Seth, destroy everything.
    “How do I turn? Completely, I mean. You said you’d keep me from it. I should probably know how too so I can avoid it.” I sigh and throw the bloody washcloth in the sink. My head is still pounding, but it’s a bit better. Now instead of a thousand bass drums pounding out the cowbell part of “Don’t Fear the Reaper” in my brain, I only have several dozen playing “We Will Rock You.” So… better.
    Hart clears his throat, and his eyes meet mine. “I don’t know what you do and don’t remember from the Hell gate. It isn’t like we’ve talked about it very much. Three days ago…”
    “Three days!” I say, my hand automatically going to my stomach. It’s only been three days. “Then I shouldn’t be able to walk. Seth…”
    “Stabbed you. Yup. Right in the gullet. Thought he killed you, he did. But I brought you home and started feeding you my blood.” He doesn’t look like he wants to tell me the next part, so I do the best thing I know to do—stare at him until he talks. “Fine. I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Demon blood heals. Angel blood heals. Human blood is poison. Imagine that. But you weren’t healing fast enough, and I couldn’t let you die, so I threw a… house party.”
    I don’t have to say the words that are swimming around my mind. I’m fairly sure Hart can read it all over my face. “I haven’t cleaned up the mess yet downstairs.” He cringes. At least he has the decency to do that.
    “Oh my gosh.” I want to be sick. How many things are dead because of me? How many did he drain dry so I could live?
    “It’s just demons, Gracen. God, I didn’t kill any angels, though I bet one of them would have cured you in a day. And besides, you have to have the blood now to heal. You can’t survive—not in any sort of pleasant state—without it?”
    “So? What do I care if I die?” I say before I think about it. It sounds so wrong for an eighteen-year-old to say, and I’m not suicidal… I’m not. I do want that life with Sam. And I do want that farm and kids and grandkids and die at a ripe old age with lots of memories and smiles and happiness.
    I want it so bad I could cry.
    I am also a realist.
    The world will end because of me.
    It’s only a matter of time.
    If I wasn’t a believer before, then I sure am now.
    I saw the gates of Hell open. I helped open them. I saw some of the things that came out though a very thick veil that covered my eyes. I heard the screams, the torment.
    I felt the