Page 74 of Bitten & Burned
Gods help me, she begged for it.
Begged and I took.
Took too much.
She gave me a gift and Itook too much..
Fuck.
She begged. Said my name like it meant something.
And I?—
No. Fuck. No.
Stop thinking about her.
About her skin, about how she shook in my arms, how she moaned the second my teeth sank in…
No.
It’s nothing but dust now. It’s gone.
The smell didn’t matter. It’s almost like it disappeared the second I tasted her.
The ache in my bones from the blood curse she carried.
Her lifeblood gushing into my mouth, sweet and thick.
She was something beautiful, and I used her up.
I ruined her. Ruined everything.
Drip.
It hit the floor with a resounding echo—one I will hear forever in my darkest nightmares.
Drip.
Cassian’s carrying her, a trail of red drops on the floor behind her.
Drip.
He’s gone before I can stop him. Apologize. Fucking grovel at her feet because…
Because…
“He could have killed her!”
I didn’t hear it, but I felt it. The movement of air whipping past my head and the white-hot pain as something connected with my face.
My mouth filled with my own blood, and I spat it out on the floor.
I braced for another blow. Another one was coming, I just knew it.
But it never did. Instead, something strong and unyielding yanked me backward on the floor.
I blinked, chest heaving as I took in the rest of my surroundings. It was Dmitri’s arm across my chest. Vael and Anton yelling. Voices that cracked loudly through the room, like shattering glass.
