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Where is the great Zarius Cadell? Where are his unstoppable sons and their force-of-nature wives? Will they not come for Fayla? Will they not save her? Why haven’t they found her, after all these weeks?

Is this what the man is truly capable of? Or is he simply unable to find her? Unwilling? Is he dead? Are they all dead?

I slam my head into the wall over and over, willing myself to die. If I don’t die, my hatred for the Cadell family will only be renewed. I’ll rip apart their entire clan for not saving her, for not even trying to find her, and then I’ll decimate Angelica for putting Fayla in this situation. I’ll burn her alive, slowly, from the feet up. I’ll let her recover just enough to live through the next burning, and the next. I’ll make sure she lives long enough to be just a burned torso holding a screaming head, and then I’ll kill her.

Night is starting to fall outside, and I stare at Fayla’s face in unbearable agony. I won’t be able to see her soon, won’t be able to look into those beautiful eyes. Darkness will engulf us and hopefully, death is waiting for me in the shadows.

Chapter11

Fayla

Thump.

No! No, not again! I learned my lesson, I won’t drink the blood!

Thump thump.

Please, no! Mother? Father? Someone help me!

The burning pain is fading, a sense of gentle warmth building in its place. Am I ascending to the afterlife? Am I reincarnating already? There's a murmuring somewhere, so far away that I can’t make out the words. I want to twist, writhe, I want to get up and run for my life, but I can’t move.

Is Sebastian alright?

Why should I even think about him right now? He wanted me to die and I did, and it was much worse than I thought it would be.

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry…”

Who’s sorry? What’s happening?

“I take it all back, everything… Come back to me!”

Sebastian?

Hot blood sinks down my throat and I realize I’m feeding. My lips are pressed to fevered skin, my body being caressed by a stroking touch. I’m lying on something soft and hard at the same time, like a rock covered by velvet. I want to move, to get a better idea where I’m lying, but right then the surface heaves and shudders as the sound of guttural crying fills my ears.

“If I had known it would feel like this… Fuck, Fayla, it feels like my heart is dying with you!”

Am I… Am I lying on Sebastian?

My eyelids flutter, opening just a crack, and I see through my lashes that I’m resting on his chest and his arm is pressed to my mouth. My lips are on him, my tongue undulating as I suck and swallow.

Sebastian is crying, begging for me…

“I could have loved you too, Fayla. I think part of me knew that, and that part already loved you. I think I loved you from the very moment you woke up screaming, and I felt the need to comfort you.”

Heat surges through me, but this time it doesn’t burn. This heat coils inside of me, reviving me, pulling me back to the surface and back into the present. I can feel my lips on his skin now, feel the texture underneath my tongue.

My tongue flicks, stroking the ragged cut that he made so I could live. My sucking mouth relaxes, but doesn’t leave his skin. I press my lips to him instead, stroking my tongue up and down his wound as if on instinct. I’m kissing him, actually kissing him, for the first time.

“Fayla?” Sebastian chokes, and his hand cups my face. I look up slowly, my body heated out of my control, and when our eyes lock I lick up his palm and suck and each and every injured finger while he stares at me in disbelief. “You’re alive?”

I can only nod. All rational thinking has vacated my mind. I feel my body moving, acting on instinct. I pick myself up and put one leg on either side of his lap. I’m licking his hand, kissing his forearm. I let my mouth trail all the way up to his bicep, kissing every inch of him I can.

“Fayla!” he growls, his voice still laden with pain but now with a husky undertone. As I kiss his shoulder his hand slips to the nape of my neck, pulling me closer. “Fayla…” he whispers.

I look up at him, at one green eye and then the other, until my gaze lands on his mouth. I lick my lips, pulling my hips closer until we’re chest to chest and inhaling the other’s exhale. There’s something hard between my legs, something that my hips want to rub against, and I lack the control to stop myself.

Sebastian sucks in a sharp breath, his hips jerking up against me as his eyes flare wide. “Fayla…” This time he says my name like a growl, a deep and gravelly warning.

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