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My nails dug into my skull, pulling at my own hair as I cried. “I CAN’T! IFUCKINGCAN’T!”
Their screams and wails echoed in my head and my whole body contorted in pain as my wings spread out uncontrollably behind me.
I couldn’t muffle my screams and sobs as my head pounded like a dozen Hellhounds were trying to claw their way out, and my blood felt like liquid fire in my veins.
Was her blood truly poisonous? Why had it felt so good? Why—
Everything stopped. The bathroom floor felt cold under my suddenly relaxed muscles. My mind quieted to the point where no voices could be heard—not their usual whispering, nor the screaming.
By the time my chest stopped heaving and my eyes opened, it'd been at least five minutes. Using my arms, I sat up, freeing my wings that had been stuck behind my back and knocking a potted plant in the process.
What the Hell happened? I’ve always heard other Divine say that demon blood tasted bitter orfoul, but not that it waspoisonous. And why didherblood taste like—like…Otherworldly.
It was known among Divines that our own was the most exquisite thing we would ever have. I did remember drinking some, back in the Heavens. Although most of us drank it carefully, some were addicted. A few evenfellbecause of it.
But Lola’s blood?
No. It was something else. Were other Divines lying about demons? Or was there something wrong withme?
I released a heavy breath, dropping my eyes to my crotch and the sticky stain now on my jeans.
Fuck.
Too many things had happened at once, and I wasn’t sure how or even whenthatoccurred.
Of course I’d been aroused. More than I’d ever been before. But she didn’t even touch me.
Jumping to my feet, I took all of my clothes off and stepped under the shower.
That fucking temptress. I’ve been overwhelmed by lust three times in my entire life, and she was responsible for all. Up until today, I managed to keep myself under control and never even touched myself.
And that was all it took. Arc, pleasuring her while I barely touched her. While Ibither. Her coming apart in my arms had been enough to make me come for the first time since I fell, and I wasn’t sure if I was furious or relieved about this.
And now, the voices were gone, my mind was quieter than when I smoked Datura, and I craved to drink her blood again.
Fuck, I was so screwed.
Chapter 38
Lola
Turns out, revoking the binding promise took even less time than making it.
After I went upstairs to change into a comfy T-shirt and yoga pants, Arc had made a small knick on my palm and his, locked our hands together and said a few words in a long forgotten language. The lines made of our mixed blood had started to slither under our skin until the bronze liquid poured out of the small wound and onto the floor between our feet.
And just like that, I was free.
Free to either stay here but on my terms, or free to escape with Dimitri like I originally planned to.
But did I still want to? I chose to leave when I got fed up with Arc and Carter’s attitude and the whole binding promise situation. One of those was now not an issue anymore, and the other might need to be studied going forward—I’d never have guessed that something like what happened tonight ever would. There was a high chance that it would make things more awkward. Even though Carter had seemed to enjoy himself and the whole ordeal while it happened, he acted strange afterward and was now wearing different clothes. And, I still had to figure out if Arcdidtrack Dimitri without his consent.
For this, I needed Dimitri to come back.
“So…” Both Carter and my head lifted to Arc’s voice, breaking the awkward silence. “I feel like we should get to know each other. Any thoughts on that?”
Carter grunted, and resumed moving his food around his plate. The meal—roasted duck and potatoes with a mix of various vegetables—was actually delicious.His loss. “We already know each other.” The angel’s voice lackedits usual bite.
“I meant Lola,” Arc corrected. “She doesn’t know much about us, and neither do we.”
