Page 48 of The Secret of Pain

I kiss him till I’m breathless as he meets me thrust for thrust. His hand moves to my clit, and it’s all I can do to stay upright. He works me to the edge of the abyss, and I bite down on his shoulder, stopping the cry as I fall over the edge, pleasure filling my body until I can barely see, and he finds his own release.

"I love you, Remington Bennett," he whispers to me before kissing me again softly.

"I love you, Kain Michaels." I sigh contentedly as he moves onto his back beside me and gathers me onto his chest. I practically purr at the contact, sore in the best way, and I sleep, more soundly than I have since I discovered what I am.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I pad into the main room, my pajama shorts and tank barely enough to protect me from the chill, but coffee calls my name like a mean mistress, so I don’t mind. It’s still early, early enough that the sun has barely risen in the sky to heat us to unbearable temperatures, but my mind has so many thoughts running through it that sleep isn’t my friend.

I move to the kitchen and find the coffee pot full and a note leaned against it.

Remy,

Dad called, so I headed home. Nothing to worry about. I wanted to talk, but it will have to wait. Don’t overthink it.

I’ll wait for you forever.

Creek

Well shit.

I let out a sigh and pour myself a cup of coffee, because after yesterday, and Kain, and my dream last night, I don’t even know what to do with myself. I’ve never felt more conflicted, not only because of Creek and Kain and the more than obvious way I respond to them both. The memories of loving them both. But the fact that Kain is meant to be one of my greatest enemies? Yeah, I’m not ready to process that properly yet. I guess my thoughts the other week about love being love, are ones I’ve always had.

I falter at the thought. If Kain is that different from what we’re told, are all of the Dracul that way? Have I, have we all been killing innocent people? I sit on my couch and wallow in the possibilities.

How is it possible that all of this could be happening to me? The mess I find myself facing in this life is the culmination of my actions in my past lives, but I must have known how I felt about Kain when I loved Creek before. Was I as conflicted then as I am now?

A low throb resounds in my head, the pain making me close my eyes.

This is all so much.

I just wish I could remember. Remember everything. To have everything make sense to me.

I rest my head on the back of the couch, trying to make my thoughts be ducks in a row, rather than raving freaking squirrels, as Sushi jumps into my lap, purring as he circles and lies down.

“Things used to be so simple, Sush. Why can’t things still be simple?” I mutter.

The peace in the room is interrupted by a knock at the door. I lift Sushi from my lap, his hiss at me a sign of his displeasure, grumpy cat, and move to the door. I look through the peephole and see no one but open the door cautiously anyway.

There is no one, and I look down the hall, again finding no one. I go to close the door when I notice the box at my feet. I bend down and lift the dark box wrapped in violet ribbon. I close the door quickly, hurrying back to the couch, placing it on the coffee table to stare at it in confusion and a little intrigue.

Who the hell would be leaving me gifts at my door?

My mind flickers to Jack. This is something he would do, but if it is him, whatever is in this box isn’t something I want to see.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I pull the black envelope from the top of the box, the back sealed with wax, the symbol matching that of the hilt on my sword.

Kain.

My darling Remy,

I am sorry our reunion was cut short last night.

Our time always feels too short. Meet me in three days at dusk. I will be where you found me.

The others are gone.

Yours Always,

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