Page 181 of Fated to the Hunters
A knife in hand Ezra cut into his palm, the pain barely silencing his emotions. “Bitch,” he cursed under his breath. “So fucking perfect. Not one bit of trauma or a single bad memory.”
“And you want to punish her for it?”
“I can’t.”
“That doesn’t answer my question,” Mateo insisted.
“Yes, I want to.”
“But you know it’s wrong, because as she said before, it’s not her fault. Your parents were the ones to do you wrong.”
Before the pain could intensify, Scarlett stepped through the doors and held her hand out to Ezra. “You did so well.”
He stood and handed over the knife before cupping her cheek with his unwounded hand, ducking down to steal a kiss from her. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Vince and Mateo were left alone as Scarlett led Ezra back into the house.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Ezra
Ezra willingly followed Scarlett into his bedroom, where she guided him to kneel on the floor. “I have something for you, but you have to wait here with your eyes closed.”
“As you wish.”
As he closed his eyes, Ezra listened as her footsteps disappeared, then returned. The door shut, and the lock clicked into place. When she stood in front of him again, it took all of his will power to keep his eyes closed.
“Let me start by saying that you don’t have to accept this.”
“May I see?”
“You know I can’t resist when you ask so nicely.”
He slowly opened his eyes, blinking to adjust to the darkness of the room, and saw a black leather wrist band in Scarlett’s hands. When he curiously held his hand out, she hesitantly gave it to him. “Why wouldn’t I want that?”
“I can show you.”
“Please do.”
Once Scarlett fastened the cuff around his wrist, she opened one of the decorative flaps that turned out not to be decorative at all. Extracting an adjustable strap, she wrapped it around his other wrist and suddenly, an innocent accessory had turned into his new favourite piece of bondage equipment.
“I love it.”
Scarlett crouched in front of him, kissing him again before she turned to his knife collection. “How are you feeling, my prince?”
Her tone had switched from his sweet princess to the beloved queen he’d had the pleasure of watching emerge over the past few weeks. “I’m not sure.”
Scarlett lifted one of the vampire bone blades, admiring the piece in her hands. “Was today as you had hoped?”
“I had no expectation other than not killing her.”
“You didn’t scream and shout at her either.”
“I wanted to.”
They shared a brief look before Scarlett turned back to the knife. “Why didn’t you?”
