Page 110 of Tyrant

“You get something to eat and you get some sleep.”

I lift my head and look at Tyrant. “No. That’s not going to happen. I’ve never felt the way I feel for someone the way I do right now for you. And you’re telling me that we can’t have it? I would rather die than be forced to marry someone else. And you want me to fall asleep?”

Tyrant reaches for the nightstand drawer and takes out a tincture bottle.

“This will help,” he says. “You need sleep. I need to think. And plan.”

There’s something weird about Tyrant having pizza delivered. It seems sobasic. Socommon. Like this clichécampusthing, you know? But I am starving. I’m beyond hungry, flirting with a sense ofhangrythat makes me want to scream.

Two slices of pizza and a glass of soda later, I’m content. My body is calm, relaxed, and when I look at Tyrant I realize he’s put something in my drink.

Oh. Right. I need sleep.

I smile at him. I trust him completely.

“You can do anything you want to me when I fall asleep,” I whisper.

He touches my face. “I know that, Serafina. Fuck, I know. I have to tell you something right now before you fall asleep.”

“Okay. I’m still here. I’m listening.”

My voice feels like an echo. I’msorelaxed and feeling myself slipping with each breath.

“Serafina Lockart,” Tyrant says. “I love you.”

I suck in a breath and I can tell my heart wants to race, but it can’t. The drugs have fully kicked in. Those three words are the last I hear as my eyes shut. In my head I tell Tyrant that I love him too. That I’ve completely fallen in love with him. That I love everything about him. I love his darkness. I love his comfort.

My lips move…

… but nothing comes out.

The drugs thrustme into a crazy dream where Tyrant and I are getting married.

He and I standing at the top of a hill with lush green colors around us. But all the trees have different color leaves, as though it’s the peak of the autumn season. Bright reds, golds, and oranges all around. Beyond that the mountains are kissed with snow. I’m in some world where all the seasons exist at the same time.

And I’m marrying Tyrant.

He’s shirtless too. His muscular chest being shown off, along with this two nipple piercings now.

Two. Nipple. Piercings.

Naya is marrying us. I have no idea where Lia is. Tyrant and I just stare at each other while Naya talks. Her voice fades in and out, which is my memory recalling some of the cliché parts of a wedding.

At one point my evil stepmother demands the wedding be called off. Demo then appears and twists my stepmother’s head right around and she collapses to the ground.

Naya then asks if I’m ready to take Tyrant to be mine forever. When the wordsready to takeare spoken, I drop to my knees.I guess this is how marriages begin. At least in my dream. To Tyrant.

As he unzips his pants, ready to pull his cock free for me to prove my commitment to him.

“Why the fuck won’t she wake up?”

I hear the voice above me. I look up at to the sky. I know I’m dreaming but the voice…

“Just pick her up. Help me. You promised to help me!”

“This wasn’t what we talked about. Oh… fuck… this is… you fucking fucked up. You fucked up so bad.”

“Then leave. Fuck you.”

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