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“I will. I’m already looking.”
“Tell me what you can.”
“I should talk to you as little as possible until the curse is broken.”
“Why?”
“So that I don’t let my feelings end up being the death of you.”
Oh, right—the whole if you fall in love with me, you kill me part of his curse.
“That would take trust, and I don’t trust you. You’re holding me hostage,” I return my attention to Nyx, watching as he spreads his legs casually on the couch despite the formidable weapon he is.
“Am I? I didn’t realize that was what I’m doing. I thought I was saving your life and trying to help you break the curse.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Then what would it take for you to believe me?”
“I don’t know.”
Nyx’s lips dip as he watches me, but he does not move an inch toward me. He seems to know I need the distance between us to continue the conversation.
“I’m scared,”I send to Ambrose as I watch the predator in front of me, waiting to see if he’ll kill me at any moment.
“We all are,”Nyx responds.
Fuck, did I send my thought to Nyx instead of Ambrose? Does he know I’ve been talking to Ambrose this whole time? Has he listened to our entire conversation?
“But you should trust me when I say all I want, all any of us want, is to break the curse. I know Ambrose suffers from a curse that just affects the witches, although I don’t know his individual curse. However, I suffer from one that specifically affects vampires. And my curse is far worse than anything Ambrose has ever suffered. That’s why you should trust me when I say I’ll do anything to break the curse.”
Chapter 4
Nyx
Ask me. Ask me about my curse. Ask me anything.
Lumi doesn’t. She’s still standing in the same spot she’s been standing since she entered my living room in a pair of oversized grey sweatpants and a sweatshirt that might as well be a dress on her. I wasn’t sure what clothes she would pick when I scrounged up clothes from what I could find that the others had left lying around my house. But she somehow managed to find the only pair of clothes that belonged to me. And she’s wearing them like a shield.
As she stands, her shoulders cave inward, and her eyes are sunken from exhaustion. Without even dipping into her head, I can sense how broken and fragile she is. Whatever Ambrose did to her, I want to kill him for that alone.
But I can’t worry about that right now. I have to find a way to get through the shattered glass that she’s barely holding together. I need to find a way to earn her trust enough to work with me. To understand why I can communicate with her in her mind the way Ambrose can. To figure out who her mate really is and how she can break the curse.
Ask me.
She doesn’t.
I run my hand through my long tendrils, brushing them out of my eyes, my frigid body coiling under my own touch. My body still feels foreign to me even after all this time. It always will.
I stand, careful to walk through the shadows and not where the sunlight shines through my windows toward her. To her credit, she doesn’t cower away from me when I approach her.
“Want to go for a run with me?” I ask.
“A run?”
“Yeah, a run.”
“Um…I guess.”
