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The immortals around me start laughing as if that’s funny.

Enki grabs a pitcher of wine and a goblet. “I think I’ll just bring this over to Cyrus, he looks pissed, and might I say a little bit jealous.”

“Impossible, he doesn’t get jealous.” Apep eyes Inti then holds the plate higher toward me. “Come on, pretty soon you’ll be on your back and starving for energy.”

My stomach flips when I glance over at Cyrus, but when I look at Tyrell?

I feel nothing but despair.

CHAPTER 35

CYRUS

“The one you trust the most may disappoint you the most.”– Saga Fljotsdale, ch.23

Ican’t even eat.

My heart is cracking, breaking. This is the end. The final one and I feel nothing but regret. I see the way all the immortals fawn over her, I want to create so much violence that my hands shake. Even the vampires and werewolves that showed up are pissing me off and most of them are mated and only here to celebrate. Shit, I just stared at a demon and wanted to murder him and he actually had a soul in his terrifyingly large body. He offered me a turkey leg. Am I truly the monster now?

I’ll be forced to watch her with him, over and over and over again before her death. His mouth will be tasting her skin, and she’ll have nothing buthisessence burning inside of her, creating a fire of lust that will be impossible to control.

She won’t see me.

She’ll only seehim.

Why did I ever think this was a gift? What sort of twisted mind game did I agree to in order to help the Chaos feel “better” about dying? A final true love? A final kiss? It’s a sick and twisted movie.

My heart isn’t my own anymore, it’s like a hammer pounding against my chest constantly reminding me that while it beats, it will never be hers, she’ll never be mine.

All I’ll have is memories of her taste, a trace of her hand etched on the very cave my body helped form.

If I could throw the entire forest into flames I would.

Waters are rising along with my temper, but I do nothing about it, which will most likely piss Ken off, who’s probably sleeping beneath us or attempting to.

Enki makes his way over with a goblet for me. He’s the last person I want to talk to. He’s going to tease me, try to trick me and make me want to kill him with my bare hands.

I don’t move as he approaches. I try to still my breath so he doesn’t see how upset I actually am.

“Ah, always good to be around the sexually repressed.” He hands me the goblet and pours the wine. “Do you even have a cock?”

“Do you have a filter?” I take the cup and hold it in my right hand. “And stop gloating, she’s not even going to choose you.”

Enki’s face falls. “And I was so sure after that time I visited her in the cave and tried to seduce her.”

“You what!” I roar, wine spilling out of my goblet.

Enki ducks and jumps away from me. “Don’t worry about it, I was rejected. It’s a painful memory, you know.”

“My ass.”

“What about your ass?” He peers around and stares at it. “That’s a good strong Egyptian ass, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t.”

“You need a strong drink.”

“I need you to stop talking.” I sigh heavily. Tyrell is approaching Cleo like he knows she’s going to say his name.

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