Page 88 of Craving Her Vampire

“Bitch,” he groans.

“When did you chain her down here?”

“She got out of control,” he says, leaning forward. A low growl echoes around the room as Micah moves closer. “Anytime I got close, she would go wild. She couldn’t see my vision for the future.”

“She was tired of you raping her and fought back,” I shout, and I see the answer in his eyes. “She’s survived hell and is still standing. She survived your unwanted attention for years, and you stand here making excuses. There is no reason I will accept your twisted, sick, pathetic actions.”

“Shut up,” he yells. “She wanted me; she just didn’t want to admit it.” I throw down the knife and grab his throat, forcing his body to hit the wall.

“When a woman cries, begs, fights, and says no,” I growl, my claws digging into his throat. “It means she doesn’t want you to touch her.” His head stretches back, but he can’t escape my rage or the tips of my nails sliding further inside his neck. I ignorethe gurgling, leaning close to his ear. “I have the coin. I’m going to give it to my mom and brother. They will heal because they are strong and live the rest of their lives off the money you wanted.” I tilt my head so I can look into his eyes. “You never loved anyone. Love is pure, and you are evil. Love is the reason they are still alive and will live well. My love for them is why you will die.” I hold his eyes a moment longer and then use all my strength to rip out his throat.

“Badass,” Saphira says.

“Yes,” Rowen hisses.

I drop my hand, and blood from his trachea splats on the ground. His eyes flutter, and his body goes limp. He’s not dead yet, but without shifting, he will die soon.

“Daisy,” Turner whimpers as I turn my attention toward him.

“I don’t understand how you could let him hurt your sister,” I say.

“I couldn’t control him,” he says weakly. “The blood was supposed to make her better. He paid me for her sacrifice, with money and you.”

“I look like her,” I say.

“Yes,” he says.

“That’s why you couldn’t go through with killing me,” I assume.

“Yes,” he admits. “I wanted to, but I would look into your eyes, so similar to hers.”

“Weak,” I say. “You were the weak one.”

“Please,” he begs.

“Fuck, I hate this part,” Ryker sighs.

“You didn’t care about Carter’s mission or his desire to enhance our species,” I say, bending down to pick up my knife. “All you cared about was money and coyotes to groom so we could steal. You had to keep him happy, sacrificing my mom, my brother, and your sister.” I slowly step toward him. “I was thebest you had ever seen. The possibilities were endless because of it.” Touching his cheek with the flat part of the blade, I coast it down. “You always did underestimate me, though.”

“Fuck, what are you going to do?” he asks with a trembling voice.

“I’m going to make you bleed.” I turn the knife, slicing one cheek and then the other. “I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to wound you just enough so it will take days to die.” I cut from his neck to his stomach. “You will be locked in this room, bleeding and dying.” I slice shallowly across his neck. “It’s not enough punishment. My family lived here for years.” I thrust my knife into his right thigh and then his left. His cries have no effect. “Micah, I want to go home,” I say and turn to him.

“Alright, love,” he says, brushing my hair from my face, the strands stuck to my face with tears. “Give me the knife.” I hold my shaking hand out. I stare at the blood on the knife as he takes it and then passes it to Bash. “I’ll take care of everything,” he says, and I yawn.

“I’m so tired,” I whisper, swaying toward him.

“You can’t leave me here,” Turner barks, pulling at the chains. “I’ll do anything. Don’t do this.”

“Can I stay and play?” Saphira asks.

“Me, too,” Rowen says.

“No,” Bash says.

“Damn,” Saphira whispers. My head feels heavy, and their conversation is muffled.

“Your body is reacting to the shock. Sleep. I’ve got you,” Micah says, picking me up.

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