Against Fyrlia.

I wanted to end this for good.

* * *

I hadn’t slept, so when my phone vibrated, I sat in a movement much too fast for a human.

Blinking against the glare of light, I read the message from Daniel.

He’s here, Miss Le Spyre

Phew.Here goes.

I didn’t bother creeping to the windows overlooking the south of the estate. If he was here, he was focused on me.

Taking a breath, I slid back the window and leaned out. Putting all my regret and sorrow into the word, I whispered, “Kyros.”

He mentally jerked.

I peered into the thick darkness, wondering if he could see me. “Please come inside.”

His longing was an echo of mine. Through the other ugly emotions, even now, our want for each other remained.

“Please,” I repeated.

Retreating to the bed, I perched on the end, and waited.

I had no idea what to expect from him. That we couldn’t be separated endlessly was painfully apparent to both of us, yet he didn’t want to be in my company any more than the blood bond dictated.

That hurt a lot.

But I couldn’t blame him for it.

My bedroom doors opened, and Kyros entered, not bothering to shut them after.

I didn’t look up, fully occupied by the onslaught of emotions exploding from him.Fury. Betrayal. Yearning. Lust.

“You came,” I said, my voice shaking.

It probably meant he was unable to resist the call to claim me, but my mind clung to the tiny hope his reason for coming had nothing to do with the blood bond.

He stalked around the room, keeping a wide berth from me.

I was grateful for that. My head spun with his presence and scent. The urge to go to him, towrap around him, was almost undeniable.

“I’m not surprised you can’t look at me,” Kyros said, bitterness unfurling like a whip.

The gloves were off.

Stiffening my spine, I tilted my head back when he stopped before me.

A meadow-green gaze met mine. Impossibly handsome as always, the only clue to how the vampire really felt was in the bone-deep weariness in his gaze as he looked at me.

Hollow.

I did that to him.

Him to me.