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Have him. Take him. He’s yours now.
I shake myself, banishing the monster.
I love Gale.
And it’s not him who belongs to me. It’s me who belongs to him. For as long as he wants me. Because I will not let him die tonight.
I bend over him, place my teeth on his vulnerable neck, and bite.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Gale
I seize a chestful of air,greedy for it. Desperate. Drawing in gasp after gasp, sharp as daggers. Sharp as the pain in my throat.
The damp is pregnant with copper.
Confusion claims me.
It’s too bright. I clamp my eyes shut. Air is replaced with liquid hotter than magma searing my tongue. A river runs down my throat.
I swallow to avoid drowning.
Cold in here.
Where am I?
My body feels foreign.
Swallowing. Gulping. Sucking.
A strange fire burns through my veins, lighting my nerves and bristling the hair on my arms and nape. My muscles tense and release. Tense and release.
I reach for something. No. Someone.
And I find him, clutching him tight to my body. My anchor.
My heart pounds. Head fevered. Cock hard.
Copper sweet silk slip-slides down my throat, boiling in my stomach, sprawling all the way to my curled toes.
I remember the forest, the sound gurgling water, stampeding wolves, and the stink of death. Pain. Falling. Shadows slinking in. Darkness.
Now I’m cold yet burning with hunger. Frightened yet safe in his embrace. Dazed yet sure this is where I’m supposed to be.
Voices filter through my hazy consciousness.
"My stars, what’s happening?”
“Will he live?”
“…be like the Gatekeeper?—”
“Gale? No!”
“Back off. Give them space.”
Ezra’s possessive growl drowns out the others. He tucks my head against his neck and lifts me. The world shakes. We’re moving. Jostling.
