Page 15 of Cruelly Bitten
I screamed and tried to shove him away, my need to escape taking over any amount of reason I could possibly fathom.
We won’t end this way,I thought.I refuse! I’d rather die!
Fake Cam said something that I didn’t hear over my shrieks, his fury hitting me like a whip. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t allow this.
Not my Cam.
Not this way.
Not fucking to?—
The air whooshed from my lungs as Fake Cam whirled me through the air and slammed me into the mattress.
Right on my stomach.
Face down.
Legs spread.
I froze, my energy seeming to escape me on a wave as his much stronger form held me captive on the bed.
I’d never stood a chance. I knew that. But fighting was all I had, and I’d lasted maybe half a minute at most. Likely less.
Because he’s a vampire intent on shattering my bond to Cam.And he wanted it to hurt.
Oh, God…
That’s why he looks like Cam,I realized in the next painful breath.He wants this experience to horrify me. To scar me. To leave a lasting wound.
Does Cam know? Is he watching? Is this all about hurting him? Or both of us?
Fuck, I don’t know.
The thoughts rolled through my mind, drawing a gasping pain from my throat as tears streamed into my eyes. I felt so weak and defeated. So crushed. Too utterly fucking helpless.
I don’t want Cam to see me like this.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
I shouldn’t have trusted Mira. I should have followed my instincts.You wouldn’t have left me in the dark. You would have told me it was okay.
Except that wasn’t true. He’d shut me out all those years ago and chosen his own path without consulting me. He’d been trying to protect me.
And for what?
This?
I bit my lower lip to stop myself from screaming into the pillow.
I’ve forgiven him.
I understood his decisions.
We all made sacrifices.
But to have it end like this…
I trembled, a sob working its way through my core as I fought off a humorous laugh. Because it was almost poetic for this to be our end since this was all too similar to our beginning.
