Page 28 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
I back into the hallway, putting some distance between us and the girl. “What?”
His blue eyes practically glow with indignation. “You hid her from me. You knew she was here, you pretended you had no idea. She watched us last night with that other woman and you saw her and you didn’t say anything.”
I shrug. There’s no denying it.
“Why?” he whispers. “She is perfection. I haven’t felt this way in ages.”
I have no answer other than, “It’s dangerous, Will.”
Only the cruelest of fates would give us this girl to take her away again. Yet that’s what must happen.
“We could keep her,” Will says.
“We had an agreement. We can’t trust ourselves.” I watch the girl’s naked chest rise and fall with each of her breaths. Her breasts are red, her delicate skin irritated from our attention. Will’s and my twin bite marks are lined up above each nipple. Fucking hell, that’s hot.
“She’s special,” he says.
“She’s not fucking special. You’re just lonely, and you need to get over it. She’s not Elisabeth.” I march into his office, find the small bottle of oubliette waiting on the wet bar, and bring it back to the living room. I shove the glass bottle into Will’s hand. “She’s taking this in the morning, and then we’re done with her.You’re the one who will give it to her, you’re the one who will say goodbye.”
“Don’t make me do that,” Will says.
I shake my head. “You brought in the stray, now it’s your job to get rid of it. That’s best for us all.”
Without waiting for his response, I go to my bedroom, close the door, and lock it behind me. I stand against it, tilting my head back and closing my eyes.
We have a strict rule that in everything we do, we must be in full agreement. And I do not agree that she should stay, so he’s going to send her away.
I won’t be able to watch it happen. I don’t trust myself not to cave to Will’s emotional reasoning. Buthecreated this problem, not me. Now it’s up to him to abide by our rule.
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“Do I really have to leave?” she murmurs as she tugs on her clothes.
Misery is everywhere in her voice.
Her hazel eyes are proud, but there’s more to it.
She’s afraid. Of what, I have no clue.
I don’t want to fucking do this.
The bottle of oubliette is warm in my hand, the stopper firmly keeping the contents contained. I’m supposed to, what, dump it into the sherry glass which is currently tucked in my pocket? Give it to the most precious girl I’ve seen since Elisabeth’s death?
I understand why we can’t keep Autumn. It makes perfect fucking sense.
I actually agree with Xander, even though the wanker doesn’t know it. He and I—we destroy the people we love.
If I close my eyes, I can see it still. Elisabeth’s skin, marred with blood. The bite marks gaping. Dark. Unhealed. They wouldnever heal. The sheets stained with blood already dry, wrinkled and twisted around her, around us.
So of course, Xander is right.
This is best for Autumn.
I just wish it didn’t hurt so fucking much.
I walk Autumn to the doorway leading outside, behind The Corbin. I push open the door. We step outside. The late spring morning is cool, with the promise of becoming scorching later in the day.
