Page 184 of Wrath of the Fae

When the door closes, Reid grabs my dagger and slides the blade's edge along the side of his neck before shoving my face into the wound.

‘Drink before you turn into something I can’t save.’

I pull back, but he pins me against the wall with all his body and strength. He’s raging as he looks down at me, taking in heavy breaths as he traps me. His hands grip so tight, I think my bones will break.

I roar at him. Animalistic and warningly.

He doesn’t even flinch.

‘You know I don’t like asking twice, Little Bird. Drink!’

‘I’ll rip your fucking throat out,’ I snarl with a demon’s voice. ‘And bathe in your blood.’

‘If that’s what it takes to get you under control, then have at it.’

He exposes his neck and I lunge.

Once I start, he takes my arms and pins them to my side.

My teeth sink into him. I’m so fucking angry. I’m insane with it. I want to hurt him for keeping me from her. I want to burn this whole manor down.

I want to destroy everything and everyone!

‘I love you,’ he says firmly. ‘Cyrus loves you.’

His hands ease as I sink into him, biting and drinking.

‘We love you.’

His grip eases, and I dig my fingers into his arms, holding him in place.

‘We love you.’

Blood is pouring down his side and soaking through his clothes. The sound of it splattering onto the tiles speed up as I bite and drink. Bite and drink.

And he doesn’t try to stop me. He simply holds me and tells me he loves me over and over.

When he staggers, I push him away.

He’s weak and falls to the ground. His hand rests on his neck as he looks up at me, pale from blood loss, drenched in red and blinking slowly.

My chest tightens, and that warmth he provided goes chillingly cold.

I was about to kill him. Kill Rhea!

I step back, my hands shakily covering my blood-smeared face.

‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper. ‘I’m so sorry.’

He reaches for me but lacks the strength to get to his feet.

‘It’s okay, baby,’ he says. ‘You did the right thing. I wanted you to.’ He uses his light to seal the wound, wincing as his skin burns.

Tears brimming in my eyes, I shake my head and take another step back.

I almost killed him for something he has no responsibility for.

I was a monster. Out of control.

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