Free The Unmaking (The Rayne Whitmore Series Book 1) by Alanna Faison Page A

what
happened and he sent men to the scene and they handled the police. They even
had to change the scene some to look like humans had done it. It was terrible.
They found your dad,” Selene hesitates.
                “Tell me,” I demand.       
                “You don’t need to know
baby. It won’t bring him back.”
                “I need to know! Did he
fight back, was he protecting anyone? My dad wouldn’t have just given up. Where
was he?”
                “He was found tied to a
chair; his heart was ripped out, Rayne. But I don’t think that the Demon
tortured him. I think it was whoever summoned the Demon. They saved him for
last,” Selene tells me even though I thought she’d lie.
                All I feel is numbness at
her words. I unwisely play the scene in my head. Someone tied my dad up first
and made him see and hear the screams of everyone. Then, after there was no
hope, after torturing him physically and emotionally, that person murdered my
father and gave the Demon his heart to feast on. It took the piece of him that
was giving and loving and kind. I know I will have nightmares for the rest of
my days. How could anyone heal from this?
                “What else?” I manage to
whisper.
                “Baby, it can wait. Please.”
                “No!” I yell, then talk in
a less loud tone. “No. You already said it’s been nearly two weeks. I need to
know.”
                “Ok,” Selene agrees, her
green eyes full of regret for me. “In order to protect you, they burned a
couple bodies to make it look like you were among them but so it was too
unrecognizable to completely i.d. Then, at the morgue they planted some of your
DNA when the testing was done.”
                So, now other families had
to have closed caskets or couldn’t identify their loved ones, all to protect
me.
                “Damien made some calls
and so did I. We were able to get you out of town and here to this safe house.
I called in a healer whom I trusted. You kept fading in and out, screaming,
fighting, and we had to sedate you over and over. When he began to heal your
ankle as best as he could, you passed out and hadn’t woken up for three days.
You had to grow the bone back at a rapid rate, just in case we had to run
again. It took a toll on your body. This is the most alert that you’ve been. I
had to give you different herbs, make sure your arm wasn’t infected, and clean
you. I’ve been scared to death that you would never come back to me, that you
would never be my Rayne again.”
                This time, Selene actually
allows herself to cry, completely as if for the past couple weeks she’s been
trying to be strong for me. I owe her my life and probably more than I will
ever be able to repay. I would never know where to begin, how to truly say
thank you. Still, she’s right about one thing, I don’t think I’ll ever be able
to be the Rayne that she knew before this. She died that night too. I don’t
know who I am now. I try to form the words to say thank you, but they are not
ready to appear.
                “Where is Damien now? And
don’t worry about the explanation about my father and his business. I need to
talk to Damien about that.” I had some serious questions about what was going
on with the business and what did it mean now that I was supposed to be dead.
                “He’s been working around
the clock to keep everything contained while trying to keep himself safe and
the business protected. It’s all over the news. You’re father was a powerful
man.”
                He wasn’t powerful enough
to protect his family. If only he-. No, I wouldn’t do that to myself, play the
“what if” game. In order to be strong, I had to live in the now. “Is he in
danger too?”
                “I really don’t think so.
I