Page 25 of Unhallowed

He flinches as if that hurts. But it can’t hurt, not really, he must have known this was coming. He slid the rug from under my feet, he stole me from someone else. He fucking took me by force—just like everything else. He’s a spoiled brat, and he sees me as a little toy to play with. When he gets bored he will give me back to Draven, and I’m not putting myself through that.

I have to hate him.

Ihaveto.

“I’ll have you if I want you,” he growls in my ear, making shivers coast down my entire body.

I sigh, pushing him back, and surprisingly, he gets off me. “That’s not how life works, Killian.” I get out of bed and head for the bathroom, turning on the light. I need to get all this shit off me.

“No matter what you do,” he chuckles, and I get goosebumps, “you will always be mine. Just look at your hands. The Family will not forget that.”

“I don’t know what that means, but I need to shower and talk to Draven.”

Killian’s jaw clenches, and he nods once. “Fine.”

With that I close the door, not wanting to continue the conversation, and I get in the shower. The hot water beats on my back, and I close my eyes and sigh as I watch the blood drip down my body and toward the drain. The shower floor is pink from it, and it just brings me memories from last night.

From just now, too.

I’ll be so fucking obsessed with you, I won’t even be able to breathe.

My perfect little demon, so fucking mine.

Say you’re mine.

The memories assault my mind and I try to ignore them, but it’s useless. I have to get out of here somehow. I can’t uphold this marriage. I need to get away from him as fast as possible. Draven is waiting for me somewhere, probably in another room, and he has more than likely listened in this morning. I won’t keep doing this to him, no matter if I’m married or not.

Where will we go though? We can’t stay close to Killian. I can’t see him every day and look at the bond between us. I want to skin my hand and get the burned flesh right off. It fucking stings as the water touches it too, as if the universe is mocking me.

I get out of the shower with a clean face, clean hair, clean body. The only remnant of Killian is probably the cum inside my pussy. It still feels soaked no matter how much I wash it. Again, the universe reminding me I can’t and won’t ever escape him. If anything he said the other day is true, I’ll never be able to escape this family again. I’ll never be free and will always have to see him.

Wrapping a towel around my body, I leave the bathroom. I don’t have any clothes in this room, so to Draven I go anyway. Killian is dressed now, sitting at the foot of the bed with the lights on, staring at me as I step out of the bathroom. His face is serious, his brows furrowed, his lips tipped down. A pang of sadness reverberates in my chest, but I ignore it.

I go to the door and pull it open, but before I can leave the room he says in a low voice, “I want you too, Angel. He may want you, but so do I.”

Nodding once, I close the door behind me and go to Draven’s room right next door. There’s nothing else to say to Killian, not right now, instead there’s plenty to say to Draven.

I’m so fucking sorry.

I’m a traitor.

I fucked him again.

I won’t do it anymore.

Ever.

Draven is standing outside of the room next door before I can even think of what to say, and that’s how I know he’s been listening in. The pain on his face makes my lower lip tremble and my eyes water, and guilt eats at my insides all over again. He opens his arms and I run straight into them, sniffling into his bare chest, my tears falling hot and quick against him. His scent fills my nostrils, clean and something familiar, tobacco and cedar.

“It’s not your fault, Firefly.” He shushes me. “It’s okay, we’re okay.”

I pull away and he takes me to another room, past the bedroom and into a living room. I’m assuming it’s for privacy, because the walls might be paper thin. Fuck, he probably heard it all.

“I’m—” I sob as I fall onto the couch, landing on my butt and burying my face into a cushion. “So sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll never be able to make this up to you—”

“It’s Killian’s fault.” His nostrils flare as he says the name. “There’s nothing you could’ve done or they would have sacrificed you with the rest of the virgins.”

My stomach drops as he confirms my suspicions. I wouldn’t have lived. He has a point, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. “Still, I feel like I betrayed you.”

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