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The final whisper of his words grows louder in my head before my foot collides with something hard, and the ground gets closer and closer. A sharp pain shoots through my side before everything goes black.

Chapter Nine

priest

year four

I’m no stranger to making hard decisions, and I’ve made many. All of them involve the passed out pet at my feet.

“Priest.” Vaden’s voice drifts from behind me. “Get her up. There’s another way around this.”

“You’re clouded by your emotions, Vade. The sooner that curse kicks in, the better.” I lean down, lifting the tear in her dress near her belly. An angry gash glows against the full moon.

I drop the fabric and roll my eyes.

“I get that you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do, but three years. Three years she didn’t run, she didn’t complain, she didn’t so much as cry for her mommy and daddies. That’s gotta account for something.”

“It does. It accounts to her being alive and not thrown off Halen’s point like the rest of them.” No one said Luna was weak, because she was anything but.

“That’s not why she’s alive and you know it…” Vaden mouths back, and my shoulders tense. Gravel crunches beneath my boot when I slowly face my best friend.

“Priest?” Luna coughs from below, and we both turn back to her.

Vaden backs up. “I’ll go get the car.” Probably wise, considering I came close to breaking his legs.

“I told you not to get caught. You suck at this game.” I can’t keep the annoyance out of my tone.

“Please.”

My fingers curl around her neck to help her back up. “Please what, Madness? What are you begging for?”

She winces, pushing herself to a sitting position. Her eyes find mine, a stir of metal and lilac. “Don’t kill me.”

There’s always been one path I never tried, not only because I didn’t want to but because I wasn’t sure what would happen if I did.

I catch her chin with my hand, burying my face into the crook of her neck. She's a florist full of flowers that bloom at midnight. A sweet reminder of everything I hate.

“Kiss me.”

I freeze, her words catching me off guard. She waits until her dying breath to finally flirt back. I'd laugh if it wasn't so... melancholic.

“Rabbit…” She’s not used that name since the first time she did all those years ago, and I pull back, resting my head against hers. “Kiss. Me.”

She fumbles with my belt. I have two options here. I could kill her once and for all and risk everything, or I could fuck her and risk doing the latter anyway.

I lift my hips a little, searching her eyes. “Or what, Madness?” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued by her.

She doesn't back down. “Or nothing, because you’re going to fuck me.”

I bury my hand in the back of her hair and force her lips onto mine. I don’t know what I expected by kissing her, but it wasn’t this. Her tongue toyed with mine with gentle strokes, as if teasing what I could have had all along.

I lift her off the ground and place her on my lap, my hand running up her smooth skin and landing on the holster strapped around her thigh. “Too bad I never got to train you with these.”

She circles her hips over me, catching my lower lip with her teeth. “Don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll learn.”

Before I can tell her she's gonna die, her tongue is back working magic in my mouth as she uses her thrusts to force my pants down over my waist.

I tear at her dress, leaning against my elbow as she shimmies the gown down over her tits.

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