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My brows drew together just as Silas yanked me forward, forcing my lips against his.

My eyes shot wide, but they quickly shut at the familiar feel of his mouth against mine. Those perfect, soft lips.

Silas slid his hand in my hair, and our mouths parted at the same time, allowing our tongues to glide along each other’s.

His taste…his fucking taste.

He eagerly nipped at my bottom lip, and as I ran my hand along his chest, along those delicious abs, a soft moan escaped me.

“My love,” he whispered, and tears began to burn in my eyes.

But as intoxicating as the kiss was, Silas pushed me back, his dark eyes broad as he staggered to his feet. “I…I didn’t know,” he insisted, his voice shaking. “I…” He shook his head back and forth.

He didn’t know what was happening, what was real or not. I wanted to help, but there was nothing I could do as he was further lost in the necromancer's delusion.

ChapterThirty

SILAS

Her lips were against mine, and everything felt right in the world. My fingers raked through her soft, copper hair. My greedy tongue fervently swirled around hers, my mind calming at the taste of her. I bit her pillow-soft lip, and my heart raced at the sound of her precious moan.

“My love,” I breathed against her lips.

I couldn't remember how it got to this point. All I knew was it felt right.

But good things never lasted for me, did they?

It hit me then.

The scent of burning flesh.

I shoved her back on instinct, my eyes quickly darting over her body as I rose to my feet. Her ravishing, perfect body. No burns…no melting flesh. Her skin was its soft, porcelain hue. I swallowed the lump in my throat, shaking my head in an attempt to clear it.

“You left me,” she voiced quietly, shifting away.

“I…I didn’t know,” I insisted. “I…” I continued shaking my head, images of her corpse lying in her bed flashing in my mind. How could I have ever known that wasn’t real? That her mother had conjured up false bodies?

Lena’s head tilted to the side, studying me over her shoulder with curiosity. The corner of her lip turned upward. “Tell me, Silas, how much do you love your wife?”

I stiffened, and my breathing hitched as her eyes trailed down my body. While her smile was playful, the glare that burned into mine was one that did not belong to her.

I knew it wasn’t really Lena, knew what I was seeing wasn’t real.

“She may be the one you’re fucking,” she continued in a low, sultry voice, turning her body to face me, “but you think of mewhen you’re above her…don’t you?”

I loosened a breath, stumbling back a step as I whispered, “Stop.”

This isn’t her. It’s just a hallucination.

I blinked repeatedly, wishing to find my way back to reality. But her smile only grew, her arms crossing as she strode toward me. “She has no idea, does she?” she provoked, her eyes lingering on my lips. She lifted her chin, meeting my gaze with a half-lidded stare. “No idea all the ways you fantasize about me.”

I bared my teeth, retreating a step, only to have my back against a wall. “Get out of my head,” I gritted out.

This isn’t her. This isn’t her. This isn’t her.

She uncrossed her arms once she was standing before me, placing a delicate hand on my chest and trailing it down my torso…lower.

“Does the truth frighten you, Silas? Do you hate yourself for it?”

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