Page 86 of Blood Day: Part One
I fought.
He held me down with ease, his stronger form dominating mine.
It was futile.
However, I couldn’t seem to stop. I wanted to murder him. He’d done this to me. He’d set me up. And for what? Some sick satisfaction in watching me wither and die?
“Stop,” he commanded.
I ignored him.
He’d lost his ability to control me when he’d decided to reveal his true intentions. All of this had been meant to groom me for the moon chase.
I wanted to scream. But his grip prevented the sound from escaping.
Right. Because he wanted me to finally pass a test—thistest. The humans who didn’t break quickly would be rated highly.
I almost laughed at the insanity of the situation. All I had wanted for months was another chance to please him and prove my worth.
Well, I’d gotten my wish.
Because I was more than excelling at this challenge.
A tear escaped my eye, the treacherous droplet revealing just how broken I felt by this revelation.
One month until Blood Day.
One month until the Magistrate sealed my fate.
One month until the real chase began.
And there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Nothing I could do to save myself.
I closed my eyes, the fight leaving my limbs as my lungs wept with the need to breathe.
But even as Master Cedric released my throat, I fought the urge to inhale.
Because I no longer wanted to survive.
Not with the moon chase being my fate.
I’d played all my cards wrong.
And now all I had left was a losing hand.
“Lily,” Master Cedric whispered.
I continued to ignore him.
There was no one here by that name.
Just Prospect Four Hundred and Seven.
Destined for the moon chase.
Maybe I would be lucky, like he’d said. Maybe the lycans would kill me quickly. But when had my life ever been about luck?
