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Edward blinks up at me, his eyes glassy with pained tears as I keep going. I take every dark dream, every subconscious thought, and everything that he hides in the deep recesses of his mind until nothing is left.

His skin pales until it turns gray. He withers before me, and finally, he’s gone.

“Pleassse don’t do that again,” Sabre says from my side. He’s covered in blood, and now he’s in his Strigoi form, not his human one. His unnaturally long tongue seems to make it difficult for him to speak properly, but I can relate. Everything about me in this form is oversized, including my tongue as well.

He wrinkles his nose at the carcass as it falls over into a withered clump. Edward’s bloodied mouth gapes open as his eyes stare into the distance.

“Why not? That was fun,” I say.

Cage appears by my side, closer than I would have expected, given I hadn’t seen him coming. “Can’t feed on the dead,” he says, glancing up at me with a toothy smile full of fangs and danger, before he vanishes again.

Rolling my eyes, I turn from them and face a beautiful Scarlett now painted in her brother’s blood. My massive cock instantly goes rock-hard.

“I’m done killing anyway,” I say as I go to her.

My beast doesn’t need bloodshed, not when our mate is naked and covered in nightmares and death.

She’s the perfect depiction of an Offering.

One made just for me.

CHAPTER 35

SCARLETT

Fear and excitement shoot through me as Figment-Cain stalks toward me.

Except, he’s not a figment.

He’s very, very real.

Just like in my dreams, my gaze drops to the massive cock that went hard the moment he saw me.

My fingers sting from the jagged piece of glass I had used to kill my brother. I was going to use it on Edward next, but I can see that my mates have already finished the job.

I only feel peace now that they’re gone. I had expected to feel sick, or at least upset.

But seeing the way Cain looks at me… I’m only aroused. He’s pleased with me. Very pleased.

Cain stops as his cock brushes my stomach and throbs against me with unrepentant need. “Give me your hand, Scarlett.”

I flash my gaze up to him, mostly because I didn’t expect him to be able to speak. His tongue is thick in his mouth, and my body shivers as I recall him using it on me.

Between my legs.

Now, I suspect he intends to do more than taste me. Even if my body doesn’t seem to be compatible with his, I feel an innate trust in this beast that has saved me from ruin.

The glass clatters onto the ground when I unfurl my palm.

Cain has to bend down to reach me, but he lifts my hand with his massive claws, being impressively gentle. His long tongue drags over the wound caused by the jagged glass, making me shiver as he takes my blood into him.

A hum of rightness settles in my chest when he does that.

“Do you want to become my Queen, Scarlett?” he asks.

My eyes widen. “Queen?” I ask. My voice is a soft whisper after having broken through the silencing spell by whatever power I had unleashed, but Cain seems to have no problem hearing me.

He grins, showing off sharp teeth. “Yes. That’s what it means to be my mate.” His gaze drags over my body with appreciation. “And you will need to take as much of me as you can. Will you do that for me?”

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