Page 63 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“Yes,” I answer before he even finishes his sentence. I just want to be far away from here as fast as possible. I don’t know if in Nyx’s current state if he’s going to be able to carry me or if hisvampire speed will work. But one second I’m in the woods, my feet on the ground, the next I’m on Nyx’s doorstep, cradled in his arms.
He’s silent as he slowly carries me into the house and up the stairs. As my heart begins to thunder in my chest, I realize he’s carrying me tohisbedroom, not mine. I’m not sure if he knows my words were said mainly to get us out of there in one piece, but heat spreads in delicious anticipation. I can’t shake the feeling that sleeping with Nyx might be the best damn idea I’ve ever had.
Nyx places me in my bed. “In bed, love, as you requested.” There’s a teasing glint in his eyes. The first words he’s spoken to me.
“I didn’t mean…I mean, I meant…I—”
He chuckles. “I know what you meant and why you said what you said. Thank you for saving my life. For preventing an internal battle among the vampires and my pack. And stopping an uprising among the vampires.”
I bite my lower lip as my cheeks pinken at my response to kissing him.
“We don’t need to talk about it. I forced myself to stay out of your head, so I have no idea what you felt or thought during the kiss. It was done under duress. It doesn’t mean anything. And it doesn’t change anything. We aren’t really mates, we both know that.”
“Right,” I say, doing my best to keep the disappointment out of my voice. I shouldn’t feel disappointed. He’s right, of course. It means nothing. It changes nothing. It doesn’t mean we are mates.But then why does it feel like it changes everything?
“Why am I in your bed? Why not any of the other hundred rooms?”
“Because this is where you are expected to be, as my mate and all.”
He means give everyone the illusion that we are fucking all the time.
“And where are you then if I’m sleeping in your bed?”
“Elsewhere.”
It’s not an answer,but then why does it disturb me that he might be sleeping somewhere else? With someone else? Sylara perhaps? Or another pack member? A vampire?
He stills for a moment, as if he read my thoughts. But I still don’t feel his icy threads in my mind.
“The vampire that you sort of killed. He’s not really dead, is he?”
“No. As much as I’d like to have killed him permanently, I knew it would start a war if I did.”
“How long will he be dead for?”
“Depends on whether a healer helps him or how recently he’s fed. If a healer helps, it could be a day. If not, up to a week to fully heal from that on his own.”
I nod.
“We need to go see a seer tomorrow. We can’t put it off any longer. We have until the next full moon to figure out how to break the curse,” he says.
I nod. “When do you want to leave? Do you have anyone specific in mind that we should go visit?”
“Dawn, and yes, I’ve been having my own dreams. We need to go north. There’s a small coven about six hours from here.”
A coven of witches. It sounds worse than the vampires, but we don’t have a choice. We need answers, and our dreams alone don’t seem to hold enough.
There’s a soft rap on the door. Nyx doesn’t glance up from me. “It’s Sylara with Kael.”
I stiffen.
“I’ll leave you to handle him as I promised. Unless you want me to—”
“No, I’ll handle him.” I glare at the door, still not believing what Kael did to get into this mess. “I’m sorry about what he did. I didn’t see that he wanted me before. You were right. I should have seen what he was up to and stopped him.”
Nyx shakes his head. “Don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. And I don’t even really blame Kael for tonight. He was doing what he thought was best to save you; however, foolish his actions were.”
Nyx turns, and I get a look at his back again. “Your back,” I almost sob the words out. It looks so tender, so raw, so painful that I don’t know how he’s standing without wincing in pain.
