Page 15 of Her Blood Revenge

I’m on a fucking leash… again!

What is wrong with these psychopaths? They declare their all-consuming love for me, then tether me up like a feral mongrel. They swear to make things right but refuse to let me leave their sights for a moment or give me any privacy or space. They expect me to return to what we were for that brief little time when I was actually happy and excited about life.

Before they betrayed me.

Hatred bubbles in the pit of my stomach, making me release an involuntary, animalisticgrowl.

Hiseyes narrow in response to my threat, and the shadows around him vibrate. He watches my gaze return to the chain.

Another growl ripples from my chest.

‘It’s for your own safety,’ he says, his fingers flexing around the chain and reaffirming his grip.

I reach out and snake the chain around my fingers, not once looking away from him.

‘Don’t start something you won’t be able to finish, Poppet.’

I continue twisting the chain, pulling his hand closer.

The fucker’s lip twitches as he attempts to hold his smirk.

I slide my legs over the edge of the bed and face him, still pulling the chain closer. He comes with it until his face is an inch from mine. I stop twirling the chain when his knuckles and mine meet. I want to rip it from his hand and wrap it around his neck. I want to pull it so tight that his bones break and his eyes pop out from his skull.

If I tried, I would lose. I know that.

His dark eyes stare into what little soul I have left.

And I hate that the rage and unease in my heart calm in an instant. His aura douses my wrath.

I won’t let that stop me.

‘Master. How may I serve you?’ I ask, venom dripping from every word.

‘You’re finally speaking. Good. But don’t call me that.’

‘Are you not holding my leash? Am I not your dog? Your bitch?’

He leans closer so his nose rests on mine. His warm breath lands on my lips as he lets out a long exhale.

‘No. You are neither my bitch normy dog. You’re-’

‘If you say Pixie… I will bite your fucking nose off.’

‘You’re mine.’ He drops the chain and wraps his fingers around my wrist instead. ‘That’s what you are. What you will always be.’

When he goes to kiss me, I wrap my fingers around his throat. A dark smile curls his lips, and it grows as I squeeze.

‘Where’s Neve?’ I ask.

‘No idea.’

‘Where’s Cole?’

He shrugs.

‘The Dream Walker and the Wolf?’

He scoffs at my words. At my refusal to use their names

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