An Eternity of Dead Sun (An Eternity of Eclipse Novel Book 2) Read Free Page A

we’re making a world of a progress.” He smiled, looking me right in the eyes. “You’re my very first friend in the world, Teacup.”
    It sounded juvenile; our conversation sounded absolutely juvenile. Everything sounded silly, yet the impact it made on me was indescribable. I truly felt honored. A friend. I was a Demon’s first real friend. What a feat when I wasn’t even trying to be his friend nor trying to make him my friend. I was in awe. At that very second, if he asked me to tell him all my secrets to prove that I valued him as a friend, I would’ve done so without a second thought.
    “What do you say, Gracie?” he prompted with crafty charm. It was clear that he knew his argument had worked. “Do you want to answer my question or should we stop being friends?”
    “I can’t remember much about my past,” I shared slowly, staring at the rainy road ahead. I felt vulnerable opening up, but I suppose that was how you were supposed to feel when confiding in a friend. I felt vulnerable, but also completely safe.
    “Everything about that night in the interrogation room, I can remember clearly. But everything before that moment, I cannot recall at all. It all feels like a blur. I do not know if they are my memories or my imagination.” My jaw tightened while I traced the water streaks on my side of the window. The rain was violently pouring over the car, completely drenching the road. “It’s really difficult to explain. I can remember bits and pieces of memories, but those feel like a dream. It feels like I never truly lived that life. I just can’t remember how I felt during those moments and I can’t put those sequences of blurs together. It feels like whatever it was that stole a piece of my soul . . . stole my childhood along with it.”
    “You’re saying you feel absolutely nothing when you think about your family?”
    “Nothing,” I confirmed emotionlessly. Once my own words rolled over me, I smiled self-deprecatingly. “How sick is that? How sick is it that I can’t form any emotions for them when I was the one who killed them? How is it possible that I can show the slightest emotions for the strangers at Sanctuary and a puppy that you gave me, but I can’t show any attachment towards my own family members?” I ran my fingers through my hair with an exasperated sigh. “I really am a Source of Evil. No human with their entire soul intact could be this heartless.”
    “You can’t help how you feel,” voiced Eclipse. He eyed me briefly before following the path of the road and going up a small slope. “Sometimes no matter how much we wish for it, we cannot stray from what is in our nature. If you aren’t inclined to care about your family, then that’s the card that you have been dealt. There’s no point in being saddened by things you cannot control.”
    I remained silent for the longest time, simply listening to rain pelting over the car. I allowed myself to soak in his words, and even though I didn’t tell him, I felt better from opening up. It was nice to be able to confide in someone, share your problems, and not have them get on their moral high horse and judge you.
    After a few seconds of reconciling with the fucked up relationship—or lack thereof—I had with my dead family, I continued the conversation. I became curious about Eclipse’s relationship with his family.
    “Are you close to your brothers?” I inquired, casting the spotlight onto him.
    He laughed, finding humor in my question. “We don’t necessarily have family dinners.”
    “What was the order of the births again?”
    “Pride, Wrath, Envy, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, and myself.”
    I reflected upon Eclipse’s relationship with his older brother, Sloth. We had turned to him for help when we realized that someone had stolen a part of my soul. He scared the shit out of me when I met him, but he was still cordial enough to help his brother. Although they represented different sins and had different physical