Page 86 of Blood Day
He held me down with ease, his stronger form dominating mine.
It was futile.
However, I couldn’t seem to stop. I wanted to murder him. He’d done this to me. He’d set me up. And for what? Some sick satisfaction in watching me wither and die?
“Stop,” he commanded.
I ignored him.
He’d lost his ability to control me when he’d decided to reveal his true intentions. All of this had been meant to groom me for the moon chase.
I wanted to scream. But his grip prevented the sound from escaping.
Right. Because he wanted me to finally pass a test—thistest. The humans who didn’t break quickly would be rated highly.
I almost laughed at the insanity of the situation. All I had wanted for months was another chance to please him and prove my worth.
Well, I’d gotten my wish.
Because I was more than excelling at this challenge.
A tear escaped my eye, the treacherous droplet revealing just how broken I felt by this revelation.
One month until Blood Day.
One month until the Magistrate sealed my fate.
One month until the real chase began.
And there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Nothing I could do to save myself.
I closed my eyes, the fight leaving my limbs as my lungs wept with the need to breathe.
But even as Master Cedric released my throat, I fought the urge to inhale.
Because I no longer wanted to survive.
Not with the moon chase being my fate.
I’d played all my cards wrong.
And now all I had left was a losing hand.
“Lily,” Master Cedric whispered.
I continued to ignore him.
There was no one here by that name.
Just Prospect Four Hundred and Seven.
Destined for the moon chase.
Maybe I would be lucky, like he’d said. Maybe the lycans would kill me quickly. But when had my life ever been about luck?
Master Cedric’s palm returned to my cheek. “Oh, sweet flower.” His forehead met mine. “Don’t wilt.”
