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I had to keep telling myself that so I wouldn’t spiral. That’s all I needed was to have a full mental breakdown after everything that had happened.

No, everything would make sense shortly.

It had to.

After poking around in the primary bedroom, I found more clothes neatly folded in a drawer. I pulled on a dark pair of pants and a loose-fitting maroon shirt. It wasn’t something I’d normally wear, but the other clothes were far too vintage for my taste. They looked incredible on Corvin who looked like he was plucked from another century, but I felt like I was dressing up in a costume.

By the time I finished getting dressed, the sun was setting outside. Through the curtained windows I could see the light slowly fading, turning a deep, blood red before eventually giving way to darkness. My stomach knotted, my hands shook, and I paced the room at least a dozen times while I waited.

The desire to tear through the house, searching for wherever Corvin rested during the day, was almost tangible. I’d never been so eager, so hopelessly desperate for someone this way, and if I had to wait much longer I’d combust.

Finally, after my fifteenth lap around the room, the sound of slow, heavy footsteps in the hall caught my attention and I froze. Goosebumps raised on my skin with every deep, hollow click, and I held my breath as I turned toward the doorway.

Standing there, in all his glory, was Corvin.

CHAPTER 10

CORVIN

Leaving Everett alone in my old bed was the last thing I wanted to do, but I never got a restful night’s sleep if I didn’t retreat to my coffin in the basement. Even after a century of dealing with my affliction, nothing beat the absolute comfort of the tight, confined space, completely devoid of light. It was my peace, my tranquility.

I did, however, stay with him until the faintest light of morning began creeping in through the curtains. I listened to him breathe, watched him as he slept, wondering what he might be dreaming about. It seemed silly to hope, but I wanted to find my way into his subconscious.

I wanted to be the only thing he saw from the moment he woke up to the time he fell asleep, and even then, I wanted to haunt his dreams.

In all my years, even when I’d fallen hopelessly in lust with the man who ruined my life, it had never felt anything likethis.

This was different, and it was terrifying.

When I stepped into the room, Everett’s heart rate spiked and his eyes blew wide. For a moment, neither of us said anything, and I couldn’t help but notice my bite marks on his neck. I liked the way he looked with my mark, which wasn’t something I’d enjoyed before, but he wore them so well.

He belonged to me.

He wasmine.

“Corvin…” My name on his lips made my knees weak, and I strolled farther into the room.

I was surprised he hadn’t tried to run again. I’d been asleep, unable to pursue him, and yet… he stayed. Whereas the last mortal I fell for killed himself to get away from me, this one lingered.

“You didn’t try to run again,” I mused as I stopped in front of him. My eyes fell farther down his form, admiring the way he looked in my clothes. What I wouldn’t give to see him dressed in a suit with a fitted vest, like he came from my time period and not this modern world.

“Would it have made a difference?” he cocked an eyebrow at me.

“No.” I shook my head firmly. “I’ll drag you back here as many times as it takes to keep you here forever.”

“Last time was kind of hot.” A cocky smirk lit up his face. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

His response took me aback. I wasn’t expecting his enthusiasm over running for his life again, but I couldn’t complain. If he wanted to be my prey, I would be the feral predator that hunted him down in the dead of night and fucked him until he cried out my name.

I would be whatever he wanted me to be.

“That can be arranged,” I said, stepping closer. I stopped inches from him, staring down into his vibrant eyes, every inch of me begging me to close the distance. Ever Briggs was a drug,one my ancient bones had never tasted before, and I wouldn’t be content until I had more of him.

I wondered how he’d look on his knees before me, worshiping my cock like the good little servant he was.

Thankfully, I had plenty of time to find out.

“What now,My Lord?” Ever grabbed the front of my shirt and dragged me against him. I gasped instinctively, even though I hadn’t had a need to breathe in over a hundred years.

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