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I laughed. “I was talking about the skating, the burgers, and the video game…” I worried my bottom lip as my tone dropped to a raspy whisper. “And the thing you did with your fingers.”

Moving forward, I stretched up on my toes to kiss him on the cheek, but he moved his head to catch his lips with mine. Unlike Eros and Vincent’s kisses that dominated and fucked my senses raw, Corry’s kiss was warm and easy. His mouth didn’t demand from me, nor his fingers that gripped my waist and held me to him.

Breaking away, his breathing had quickened, and the cerulean pools of his eyes began to bleed crimson. “Can we hang out?”

I stepped out of his arms, my cheeks turning a hue similar to his hunger-filled eyes. By “hang out,” I knew exactly what he meant.

“Maybe later, Cor. I have to talk to Sterling about something important.”

“Later…as in tonight?” He grinned with a hopeful look in his eye.

An uneasy sensation lurked up from my belly, crawling to my throat.

As much as I wanted to spend the night with the youngblood, after what happened with Eros, I knew I couldn’t be so quick to trust the next time I found myself in one of their beds.

“I’ll text you later, ‘kay?”

His shoulders fell with disappointment, but his dimpled smile never wavering. “Alright, Red. If you’re looking for Sterling, he’s through there.” Corry pointed to large double doors just down the corridor.

Casting him one last smile, I strode toward the library entrance and pushed my way into Sterling’s domain.

With any luck, the next time I walked out these doors, I would be immortal. But I couldn’t seem to dismiss the idea that sat deep in the pit of my gut. I somehow already knew Sterling’s answer.

He was going to say no.

I didn’t give a shit about my beating heart or my working womb. Deathwish, Feral, the youngblood, Dagon Knight… They all had one thing in common. They wanted to use me, in one way or another.

Turning into a vampire was more than a means of protecting myself.

It was a war tactic. And it was one I wanted to make so bad that I was willing to do anything it took to convince Sterling.

Fuckinganything.

Chapter forty-two

The Half-Blood and the Prince

Inthelastfewdays, I had been through a lot.

I’d seen some shit, somereallymessed up shit.

My introduction to the world beyond my bedroom hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing, and nothing had been anywhere in the same stratosphere as normal. So at this point, I was under the impression that nothing could surprise me. Not after getting my door kicked in by the monstrous male that was Vincent Feral, with dark hair, wicked words, and hate-filled eyes looking to make me his slave queen.

Not after getting attacked at a gas station by two enemy vampires, decapitating one of them with my bare hands, and then being finger-fucked by the youngblood against a gas pump.

And definitely not after spending the night hiding out in Eros’ coffin, watching him dismember a man right in front of my eyes, and then spending the night strapped to his torture bench, taking his delicious pain. Not to mention the way he fucked me like an animal and claimed me as his right afterward.

Nope. Nothing surprised me anymore, not around here.

So when I entered the library, I braced myself for anything. I was prepared for a room filled with coffins, or maybe it had been converted into extra dungeon space. I wouldn’t be shocked to see the coven’s collection of their victims’ bones over the centuries or maybe Deathwish’s expanded torture tool collection. Or hell, on a slightly more positive note, maybe some kind of kinky sex room or a feeding den.

What I wasn’t expecting was…well…books.

I had prepared myself for the worst, so when I found myself standing in the most gorgeous library filled with countless antique books, furniture, and not a single weird vampire thing in sight, my lungs emptied of all air.

Is this what Belle felt like when the Beast showed her his amazing library in an otherwise damp and depressing castle?

It was paradise.

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