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Silas's jaw clicked, his face heating. “It seems to be a poison of some sort. It must be new, as I have never seen it before.”

My eyes nervously went to his wound, now almost healed. “We can't seem to catch a break,” I murmured.

Looking down at his arm, Silas pulled away. “That's good enough,” he insisted before standing. “Go heal those who need it more.”

“I'm almost done—”

He didn't listen; he just began walking toward the castle.

I looked down, studying the blood that covered my hand. His blood.

I knew this external wound did not compare to the one on his inside. I wished I could heal that, too.

Afterseven hours of constant healing, I was thoroughly spent. I washed all the blood, dirt, and sweat off of my body, crying silently in the shower as I recalled the faces of all the people I had killed.

I knew they were trying to slaughter me, slaughter innocents. But I couldn't help but think of who they may have been outside of the battlefield. They had families. Friends. Perhaps even lovers or children. And I took them from this world.

What gave any of us the right?

I didn't regret it. It had to be done. But I despised that this was my life now. Detested that this was our reality.

As I was squeezing my hair dry, a robe tied around my body, a knock sounded at my door. When I opened it, I was met with tired, hazel eyes.

We didn't speak. Roland just shut the door behind him, eyes lowering as he captured my lips with his. I had spoken with him briefly after the battle, healing a slash in his leg.

We both needed this release…both needed to feel good.

He tore his shirt off, and I grasped his cock as his pants and undergarments fell to the ground. He moaned into my mouth, his fingers untying my robe. When the fabric pooled on the floor, he lifted me by my ass, slamming me against the wall as he devoured my neck.

“Roland,” I whispered, and I let out a soft cry as he thrust his thick length inside of me.

“I want to forget today happened,” he murmured, the greens in his eyes shining as he stared at me. “Even if it's only for a few moments.”

I slid my thumb along his cheek before resting my forehead against his. “Then let's forget,” I whispered.

And there was nothing but the sound of skin slapping skin and wild, breathy moans as Roland fucked me against the wall.

Chapter Twenty-Six

SILAS

Leroy was hunched over, a drink in hand and eyes unfocused as he sat before the fireplace when I entered his study.

I knew how he was feeling. Exactly how. I opened and closed my hands at my sides a few times, unsure if I should even attempt to console him.

Leroy, in the short time I’d known him, had been friendly. Upbeat. Hopeful. I saw no hint of that man now.

And I related.

I slowly made my way to his side, sitting in the armchair beside him. The flames before him reflected in his vacant eyes.

I didn’t know if he noticed me sitting next to him until he spoke, his voice a broken whisper as he said, “I’m lost.”

My eyebrows raised, shocked that the Warlock was speaking to me about his feelings. Then again, I had purposely come to find him to see how he was doing. I felt a burning sensation behind myeyes and quickly inhaled, caressing my thighs to distract myself. I didn’t cry. Not anymore.

But in Leroy, in his pain, I saw myself.

“The love of my life died five years ago,” I said solemnly, and Leroy’s saddened gaze found mine, his eyebrows drawn together. “I blamed myself for the longest time. Her death appeared to be arson, and it happened just days after my mother’s passing.”

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