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And watching him dole out my due in flesh and blood was more than inspiring. I was falling face first into one fucked up love affair with this depraved creature, and we hadn’t even met.

“Just kill me already,” Allister spat at his captor. “I’ll never tell you who your traitor is. They may bow to your half-blood princess but only under the solace that Dagon Knight is coming for her and the throne, long before she’s crowned.”

I couldn’t see Eros’ expression, with his muscular back facing me. Even so, I could feel the lethal energy rolling off him, charging the room with something dark and wicked. My hair rose on the back of my neck and my breathing turned erratic when he next spoke.

“Maybe I can’t get you to spill all you know. But maybe someone else can. Someone who hates you even more than I do.”

Allister looked up, his beaten and swollen face shifting with a mixture of fear and confusion. “What? Who?”

Eros turned to face the coffin, only his blazing eyes of brown distinguishable through the shadows that swathed his features.

“You can come out now, Ruby. It’s time to play.”

Chapter thirty-four

A Choice in Blood

Myheartstilledwhenthe beautiful monster of a man called out my name.

You can come out now, Ruby. It’s time to play.

His words permeated through my mind, filling me with a jarring coalescence of terror and curiosity. He knew I was here, spying on him at work. He had known the whole time, but not a twitch of a muscle or a bat of his eye had betrayed that fact. It was freaky how collected he was at all times. He never seemed to betray any emotions he didn’t want others to see. He was the epitome of control.

A little voice in the back of my head screamed at me to run. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I’d only dared step into Deathwish’s world to grab his hoodie, a power move against Feral. Now I found myself completely frozen in place. My human instincts were telling me to flee, and my vampire instincts were pushing me forward.

Before I could will myself to move, Eros strode forward and lifted the coffin’s lid.

I should have been freaked out of my mind but instead, I could only peer up at the dark angel of death with nothing but complete fascination glittering in my eyes. Maybe he could even tell how aroused I was, not by the torture of course, but by the fact that this male was handing me my revenge on a silver plate.

With the fire roaring in the furnace at his back, I couldn’t penetrate the shadows that masked his features. But I could hear the rasp of his heavy breathing, and I felt the weight of his gaze pinning me down.

“Look at you,” he rasped. “So small, like a little doll.”

He knelt down so we were at eye level and when he reached out for me, his eyes glinted through the dark as he probably could hear the wild thrum of my heart. His fingers—still wearing the black latex gloves—took a lock of my cherry-red hair and felt the silky strands between his thumb and forefinger. Then he dropped the piece of hair and held his hand out for me.

“As much as I love the sight of you cowering in my bed, little doll, it’s time to come out.”

Without hesitation, I took his hand. The second his thick fingers curled around mine, a chill rushed over my flesh and I felt myself being lifted from the coffin. He set me on my feet and stepped back as if to inspect me.

Now I could see his features better, wrapped up in shadow and firelight. When his line of sight landed on the hoodie I was still wearing, his piercing gleamed as his expression contorted with surprise.

“Why?” The single gravelly word was all he needed to say for me to understand. He wanted to know why I’d broken into his room, to steal his sweatshirt of all things.

I lifted my chin, my eyes sparkling with unapologetic defiance. It was a little embarrassing, having him catch me wearing his clothes, hiding in his coffin, and witnessing his grisly work. But I wasn’t about to apologize.

“To piss off Feral.”

Something dark and wicked passed over his face. His chocolate orbs banked with a delicious fire that sent flames lapping at my core. “Fuck me, you’re perfect.”

He reached out with a gloved finger to trace his name on the hoodie. Since the garment was so huge on me, it sat just below my belly. I swallowed hard, my cheeks blazing with heat and sweat began to bead on my brow.

Damn, it was hot in here.

The furnace fire made this entire room a sweltering oven, and Eros’ touch wasn’t making things any cooler.

“Careful princess,” the voice from the other end of the room spat. “This one might get attached to seeing you wear his name.”

I was so wrapped up in Eros’ deliciously dark aura that I’d almost forgotten we had an audience. I glared daggers at Allister, who was strung up by his wrists and dangling from a huge chain bolted to the ceiling. Now that I was closer, I could see the fresh brand stamped on the vampire’s forehead.

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