Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Give Me Love ~ Part 34
“You understand if you lie to me then I will see to it that Gerwyn gets banished.” Tris narrowed his eyes. “Who is this Charlie? Is he the man you’ve been seeing?”
“I understand that Gerwyn is in trouble because of trying to help me,” said Amorette as she hugged herself. “I’m telling you the truth because I don’t want him to be banished to the outer world, even though I don’t know what that is.” Amorette knew she had to choose her words carefully regarding Charlie. “Charlie is the EMT who was there when I was found. His sister owns the bar and is letting me stay with her. We’re friends.”
“Well a little birdie told me that you and this Charlie fellow are a lot more than friends,” accused Tris. “Lucky for you I’m a forgiving type of fellow. Tell me where the arrow is and we can fix this mess you’ve caused.”
“I don’t know where it is,” said Amorette. “Not only do I not know where it is, I don’t know how it works or what it does. Gerwyn said I used to be magic, but I’m not anymore. If I knew where the arrow was I’d give it to you, just so you would go away.”
Tris’s eyes widened. “You really don’t know do you?”
“How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Not just about the arrow, any of it,” Tris said more to himself than to Amorette. “You’re human.”
“What else would I be?” asked Amorette, annoyance dripping from her voice.
Before Amorette could react, Tris pulled a black arrow from his back and grabbed her hand. He sliced across her palm. Amorette expected to see blood and feel a sting, but she felt nothing. He yanked her forward and forced a kiss on her lips.
Amorette thrusted up with her knee, landing between Tris’s legs. As he doubled over in pain she pushed him away. “Get away from me, you jerk!”
“I don’t believe it,” said Tris, regaining his composure. “The black arrow should have worked. I cut you, then kiss you, and then you fall in love with me.” He snapped his fingers and shook his head before giving Amorette a wicked grin. “You naughty girl you. You not only pricked yourself with a gold arrow, but some poor fellow was cut by the same arrow. You’re under the cupid’s spell. That’s the only way the black arrow wouldn’t have made you love me.”
“I could never love you,” spat Amorette.
Tris’s eyes narrowed. “Oh you will love me. If a kiss didn’t work, then I’ll just have to be a little more forceful to break the spell.”
Amorette ran for the stairs, but Tris was in front of her in a flash. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall. Covering her mouth with one hand, he began to pull at her shirt with the other.
Fear raced through Amorette’s veins. She tried to knee Tris again, but he had her pinned so tightly she could barely raise her foot, much less her knee. She tried to stomp on his foot, bite him, claw him, but no matter what move she made, he was faster.
“No!” screamed Amorette, hoping Emma would hear and call the police.
Tris clamped his hand over her mouth as he assaulted her neck and chest with his lips. Amorette tried to fight but it was as if Tris had the strength of ten men and a million arms to hold her down. She closed her eyes and felt the tears stream down her cheeks. She prayed that Tris would feel them dropping on his hand and have a change of heart, but she feared he had no heart.