All Chapters of Till Death Do Us Lie: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~ QUADE ~“Quade!” She drops to her knees beside me as I struggle with the pain that is consuming my body. She reaches for me, but I’m unable to hold back the growl of agony. It’s low and menacing as it rips from my throat in a blood-curdling snarl.“What have I done?” she asks, panic clear in her eyes.“You didn’t. It’s… something’s…” I give up, the pain excruciating. The only thing that screams at me is the hollowness in me. Something… broken. I can’t explain this, but it’s not right. I feel like the pain has jarred through me, like something cracking.That isn’t how a bond should make someone feel. Why is this even happening? Yet at the same time, I feel the pull, yanking at the threads that connect us, but it also feels like I’m trying to reach for something else inside of myself.Is it Tray’s shard? Is it because him giving us a piece of him was something we never should have done and now my body is rejecting this?I double over and squeeze my veined arm as if that would somehow t

~ LAYLA ~Jared… He’s Dad’s son. My stepbrother?I close my eyes and turn away as he finishes telling me what had happened and the reason he kept his identity a secret. My mind is spinning, and I don’t know how to feel. It’s too much, too much.“That is why I’ve always kept my distance, because I never wanted to start anything based on a lie.” Julian’s voice is low, but it makes sense. His constant reluctance.My heart thuds as I look up at him, seeing him in a new light. Seeing the sacrifices he’s made while he let me boss him around because I was the alpha’s daughter.Goddess.“Layla.” Julian reaches for me, but I step away.“I’m fine. I just need time,” I say quietly. The secrets are too much. Far too much.“That’s it?” Quade remarks, “No anger?”I look at him and sigh. “I guess my anger is all used up on you.”“And I’m not you. You tend to piss her off way more than I do,” Julian – Jared, or whoever he is, says to Quade.“I just invoke emotions you never could,” Quade counters cold

~ QUADE ~She laughs breathlessly, turning her face away at the last moment. “You’re good.” She smiles slightly before pulling free. “We have a long day in front of us tomorrow. Weren’t you undressing to shower?”“Clearly not good enough,” I reply mockingly, but I don’t push it. She simply smiles slightly, and I head to the bathroom. My smirk fading, Reagon asked her to kill me. I may feel a pull towards her, but it’s a reminder that no one can be truly trusted.I know that, yet I still want her in my life. At this rate, she’ll be my ruin, but I’m not about to admit that. I step under the running water, replaying the plan we’ve got in place. It’s not exactly what I would do, with more risks of it failing than I would usually agree to, but maybe that’s what we need. A plan with all of us giving our input, to step out of the way we usually would think so even Reagon can’t figure out what’s coming. I hope it works.When I return to the bedroom, she’s already finished packing and is standi

~ QUADE ~Fifteen minutes later, he refuses to speak still, simply continuing to laugh between grunts of pain.“Get angry. Show me that face when you killed Tray!” he sneers.“What happened with Tray isn’t what you think! What do you and Reagon expect to achieve out of all of this?” I snarl.He simply spits out some blood and I grab his jaw, squeezing painfully as I slam his head back. Something snaps and although no sound escapes him, his face contorts with pain.I take out my small pocket knife and flip it open.“Layla, go to the bathroom,” I command.“Quade, we-”“Now.” I look towards her, “Please.”She hesitates before she turns and hurries to the bathroom. The moment the door shuts, I clamp my hand over Axel’s mouth and drive the knife into the tendons of his shoulder. His entire body tenses as I muffle his agony, his eyes are full of rage as he looks at me.I move back after a moment, yanking the knife out. “If you aren’t going to talk, I have no use for you. So, start talking. W

~ JULIAN ~Layla gasps as I turn sharply.“There won’t be anything in there if he’s alive,” I say.“Dead or alive, I’ll find out. There will be bones, and if I do find bones, I’ll have his DNA checked.”“You are… twisted,” I remark.“I prefer to think of it as efficient. I’ll get us the answer, whatever the method.”“Well, how long will you be gone?” Layla asks.“It’s several hours away. I’ll keep in touch. It’s late already. Get some rest,” he says, combing his fingers through Layla’s hair. She nods slowly before she tiptoes and kisses his cheek.“Take care of yourself.”He nods before he casts me a final look. “Keep her safe.”“Obviously, I have for years,” I reply.He simply nods and leaves, shutting the door behind him.Layla sighs, dropping onto the small sofa again and removes her glasses, running her hands over her face as she groans. “Goddess, this is disturbing.”“No kidding,” I reply as I massage my jaw.“I wish I remembered more.”I glance at her and cock a brow. “Your memor