Chapter 15: Narrow Miss

Emilia felt Amun’s consciousness pushing against hers. A tickle in the back of her mind. The deeper he pressed, the sharper his presence became until it was like a knife in her brain.

Groaning, Emilia put her hand on her forehead and forced him out.

Amun snarled and stepped away from her.

“I see you’ve gotten stronger,” he commented, his voice praising.

Emilia squared her shoulders. she clenched her jaw. She had to stand her ground. Amun would use everything he had to try and get into her head, including trying to win her over with kindness.

He’d always been good at that. In the early decades, he had been so kind and sweet to her after torturing her that she would convince herself that he hadn’t been as brutal as she thought.

She didn’t want to fall back into old habits.

“What did you do to Tommy?” Emilia asked. She closed her hand around a straight razor in the bag.