Page 24 of Clarity

My nails dug into his back as I rode the wave of pleasure, rode the wave of pain, kept riding his dick like it was my final show.

Everything was bright.

And blurry.

And…beautiful.

My mouth fell open to scream my bliss, scream his name as he emptied into me and sucked my neck at the same time, giving and taking.

And then… the fade to black came.

Seven

Iwoke up in my bed.

Not the one up in Blackwood, the one at my mama’s house.

The one I’d giggled about boys with Roseline in, the one I’d cried about hurt feelings in, the one I’d dreamed about my future in.

I’d gotten so caught up in the wholemust be bound to a first descendant vampireof it all that I’d not even read further, didn’t know what else my ancestors had already seen for me.

Had Iactuallymade a difference?

Was this the most impactful thing I’d ever do, or was there more in store for me?

I didn’t care much for fame, and had no use for massive fortune, but there had to be something more after this, right?

A legacy?

Kids?

Could vampires have kids?

My brow furrowed as I considered it.

Brosia was half vampire, half eonian. Maybe it only worked because of that?

Could you be half witch?

I had no earthly idea, but surely it was too soon to find out?

Wait. Is Parris hearing all of this, and laughing at me somewhere?

I searched my head for him, and was surprised to…notfind him.

Hmm.

That struck me as odd, but instead of dwelling on it, I pulled myself from the bed, into the bathroom. Fresh toiletries were already set out for me, so I made quick work of emptying my bladder and washing my hands so I could get myself cleaned up and presentable.

The tattoo was completely healed.

That was one of the first things I noticed about myself in the mirror. I had other tattoos, enough to know what my typical experience was like, which was an annoying period of itching and peeling before the beautiful final result.

This one was already done.

How long was I asleep,I wondered, running my fingers over the neatly inked script. A smile came over my face as I traced the lines, prompting unexpected warmth in my chest.

“So sleeping beauty has risen from her slumber.”

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