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I moaned, loving the sensation of his fingers as he loosened me up. Once he deemed me ready, Declan replaced his digits with his member.
He pushed in without warning and I gasped, loving the burn. Declan pumped in and out of me, while I begged him to go faster, deeper with every turn.
It wasn’t long before my balls tightened, and I came. My mind hazed as I screamed out his name. Several thrusts later, Declan came.
When we finally collapsed together, tangled in sweat-damp sheets, our breaths still uneven, I turned my head to look at him.
His fingers trailed over my ribs, slow and lazy, his face half-buried against my shoulder.
I brushed my lips against his temple, letting the words settle between us like something unbreakable.
“No more running,” I murmured.
Declan was quiet for a long moment. Then he tightened his arm around me.
“No more running,” he agreed.
The cabin was quiet, save for the faint crackling of embers in the fireplace and the occasional creak of wood settling.
Declan and I sat across from each other at the dining table, both freshly cleaned up.
His eyes were sharp, as always, but there was a subtle weariness in the way he slouched, his hands resting loosely on the table.
Declan leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze unwavering as he met mine.
"So, we're agreed," he said, his voice calm, measured. "We leave. No contact with Kit."
I exhaled slowly, nodding in agreement. It was the only option that made sense now. Kit had made his position clear. He would report back to the Guild, whether I wanted him to or not.
The Guild would send more hunters after us, and once they did, there would be no way to outrun them.
Still, I couldn't shake the knot in my gut. I glanced toward the window, the soft glow of the moon through the curtains, and my thoughts drifted to the sparrow shifters.
They had taken us in without hesitation, trusted us.
I had spent weeks teaching them how to fight, how to defend themselves if trouble ever came knocking. But they were far from ready.
The rogue vampires had already shown how deadly they could be, and if they came after the sparrows...
My jaw clenched as the image of their bloodied bodies flashed in my mind. What if we left and they were slaughtered because we hadn’t done enough?
What if the flock the families we’d grown to care about, paid for our failure to protect them?
Declan must have seen something flicker across my face, because his expression softened, and he leaned forward.
"Don’t do that," he murmured.
I looked at him, meeting his gaze. "Do what?"
"Blame yourself for something you can’t control," he said, as if he read my mind. He probably just knew me better than I thought.
I let out a sharp breath, frustration and guilt bubbling up inside of me. “I just?—”
“They’re shifters,” he interrupted gently. “They know how to survive. And we can’t save them if we’re dead or captured.”
I hated the truth of his words, but I knew they were right.
The sparrow shifters had proven they could hold their own, but I didn’t know if they could handle the rabid vampires, not without the proper preparation.
