Page 120 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“Don’t ask me that.”I prick my finger on my blade, holding it out to him.“Do we have a deal?”
I hate what I’m doing. I hate that this feels like I’m rejecting Nyx. That I’m choosing Ambrose. But I’m doing the only thing I can think of to save him. I know Nyx doesn’t plan on living after I’ve completed the marking ceremony if his curse isn’t broken. He won’t chance hurting anyone he loves.
“You know what this means, right? After we become mates, I don’t know if—”
I cut him off.“I know what it means.”I might not ever be able to be with Nyx again. The bond between us as mates will most likely prevent that. But I’ll figure out how to undo my bond with Ambrose after I save Nyx’s life.
Ambrose pricks his own finger, holding it up to me, but not making contact.
“I swear to it,” he says.
I press our fingers together, sealing our blood deal.
The tear falls. I can’t help it.
I reject Nyx as my mate. He’s not my mate. I feel the threads connecting me to Nyx severing one by one. Unlike when I rejected Ambrose, I let the magic of my bond with Nyx untangle itself from my mind. I watch as each thread rips, shreds, and severs itself until I can’t find even a single inkling of his icy, cold shadows in my mind.
I’ll get you back. I’ll find a way to get you back. Just not now. I can’t force you to live in my mind while I’m mated to another man.
I look to Florence and give her the slightest of nods. The moonlight hits my skin, and it’s time. I blink back my tears and steady my mind for what I’m about to do.
“Have you made your choice?” Florence asks me.
“Yes, Ambrose is my mate. He’ll be the one marking me,” I answer.
She looks from me to Ambrose, a scowl slowly forming on her face. “So be it.”
The entire Moonfire coven instantly appears behind Florence, as if uncovering an invisible veil.
“What the hell are they doing here?” Ambrose asks, positioning his body in front of mine.
“I knew you’d betray us,” Isolde says, walking up to stand next to Florence. “Florence is an excellent mind reader; some might even say she’s the best. She overheard your little blood deal conversation between you two. That just won’t do.”
“Blood deals can’t be undone,” I say.
“Everything can be undone. Blood deals, magic, curses—all of it!” Isolde answers. “You can release him from your blood deal, Lumi.”
“What blood deal?” Nyx asks, he’s flanked by Sylara, Emeric, Kael, Brax, Talonis, and Riven.
“The idiotic blood deal she made to try and save your life,” Florence answers.
Nyx looks to me, trying to speak to me in my head. But he blinks in horror when he realizes that I’ve severed our bond. There is nothing there. I haven’t just blocked him. I’ve destroyed our connection permanently.
His head snaps back toward the witches. “She has to complete the marking ceremony tonight.”
“We agree, but when she does, she’ll choose the witch’s curse to break, not the vampire’s curse,” Isolde says.
Nyx’s eyes widen as he finally realizes what I’ve done.
“No, I refuse. And now, because of my blood deal with Ambrose, he has no choice. He has to break it for the vampires, or he will die.”
“Foolish girl,” Isolde says, turning her attention to Ambrose.
He freezes, his body going completely rigid.
“Ambrose? What’s happening?”I prod into his mind.
But when I speak, my words are thrown back at me as if I spoke them into a wall, and not a wall of his own making. Isolde is in his mind.
