Page 107 of Cruelly Bitten
If Cam couldn’t access his memories, then how could I change his mind?
I could keep trying to knock down the mental wall. Alas, after tonight’s stunt, I doubted he’d be all that willing to listen to me, let alone allow me to access his thoughts.
He believes he’s superior, that he created all this.
He thinks he doesn’t want anErosita, that he desires an immortal blood doll instead.
He’s convinced that this is his lifelong dream, his goal for the alliance.
My chest pounded with each thought, my steps heavy, my soul… breaking.
I felt… lost. Broken. Incapable of more thought. Because why did it matter? What would I achieve in pondering over this situation for hours on end?
No.
I would just… wait for him to return.
Maybe I would drink the blood still tucked into my shorts and heal. Or maybe I would simply remain in this state.
Does it matter? Cam’s probably going to kill me anyway.
Would he even ask for an explanation? Give me a minute to speak? To tell him about Cane?
My throat worked in an attempt to swallow, every part of me exhausted and overwhelmed and…finished.
I was too tired to keep doing this.
Perhaps I should have rested today after all.
“You reek of dejection,” Mira muttered as we reached Cam’s floor.
She stepped out, her grip still on my arm, and took me to the mouth of the hallway that led to Cam’s room.
“Go shower it off before Cam gets back,” she added, releasing me. “He needs you to be strong right now.Push him.”
Those last two statements were much softer than the previous one, her words more of a whisper under her breath.
I glanced up, confused, but she was already walking away.
“Don’t wander off again, Izzy. You won’t like what happens if you do.”
With that lingering threat, she stepped into the still-open elevator. Only then did she turn to look at me.
Her face was emotionless.
But her eyes… her eyes were all wolf.
And for a brief second, I swore I saw a hint of sadness in their depths.
Then the door closed.
Leaving me alone once more.
What just happened?I wondered, baffled by her conflicting statements.Did I mishear her? Daydream what I saw?
I blinked.
Then I shook my head and hobbled back to Cam’s room.
