Page 216 of Cruelly Bitten
He should have said something.Anything.
Yet he’d left me behind. Worried. Hurting.Alone.
Yes,he agreed.I won’t be making that mistake again, Ismerelda.
And he proved it by keeping his mind wide open now, his analytical side playing through a dozen scenarios at once.
Tell him I want to learn more, that I’m willing to hear him out. But only if he allows me to choose your fate.
My teeth ground together in response, my instinct to tell him onlyIwould pick my future a very real retort in my thoughts. However, I swallowed the urge and instead allowed my mounting agitation to color my tone as I delivered Cam’s message to his brother.
Cane considered me for a long moment. “I already said your link would remain intact, so long as my brother arrives in peace. I’ll uphold my end of the agreement, assuming he does as well.”
I will, Cam said before I could relay the comment. “He agrees.”
“Then it’s settled.” Cane smiled. “How about a little tour of the compound while we wait, hmm? I’d love to show you what I’ve really accomplished these last few decades. Perhapsit’ll assuage some of my brother’s concerns regarding our global blood shortage.”
He ran his palm over his tie as he stood, then he stepped over the dead human and held his hand out for me.
“Shall we, darling?”
Play his game,Cam told me.
Not that I needed his coaching.
I was already accepting Cane’s hand because I had no other choice.
He pulled me to my feet and started leading me toward the jet’s exit, only to pause and glance back at Michael. “Oh, put my little toy back in her cage. Once she wakes up, she can join the others in the playroom.”
My brow furrowed.Little toy?
I followed his gaze to where Michael was picking up the dead woman.
“Shouldn’t be too long now,” Cane went on. “I can already hear her heart trying to beat again.”
Michael smirked. “She seems to regenerate faster every time you kill her.”
Cane’s lips curled upward. “Depends on the method of death.”
“True,” Michael agreed, his focus going to me. “Depends on how hard she’s fucked, too.”
Ice pierced my abdomen, my veins freezing over in response.He… Cane… he has an…Erosita…?
No,Cam replied, his mind having processed the scene in an entirely different manner.
One that I couldn’t even fathom, but was almost immediate in his thoughts.
She’s an immortal blood slave,Cam said, his mental tone holding a touch of curiosity—a curiosity that had my insides churning.
Cane chuckled beside me. “My brother’s intrigued, isn’t he?”
Cam said nothing.
But he didn’t have to.
He’d been trying to create an immortal blood bag for weeks.
And it seemed his brother had already accomplished it.
