“No, she fucking won’t. Not that it matters, because as soon as we kill these lying witches, you’re a dead man.”
Ambrose concentrates for a moment, and I see Lumi’s glistening white fur as she leaps through the forest trees.
He turns, looking me dead in the eyes.“No, you won’t, because if you kill me, she won’t forgive you either.”
“Who says I’m looking for forgiveness?”
Ambrose narrows his eyes at me, like he’s trying to read my mind—maybe he can.
“Why are we still connected if Lumi severed my bond to her?” I ask Ambrose.
“Fuck if I know, but how about we use it to our advantage instead of bickering about whose dick is bigger and who is going to kill who.”
“My dick’s definitely bigger.”
“So childish.”Ambrose huffs.“And you’re wrong.”
“We’ll ask Lumi later. I may not be her mate, but it doesn’t mean I’m not the best lover she’s ever had or will have again.”
“I think I will kill you after all, and ask for Lumi’s forgiveness later.”
I smirk, knowing I’m getting under his skin as I scent the witches moving. They take one step toward where Lumidisappeared into the forest. One. Fucking. Step. But it will be their last.
“Are you going to help take down these witches, or am I going to have to do that myself?”I ask, curious whether he’s broken free of their magical hold enough to move again.
The rest of my pack has already started chasing after the witches, ready to attack without me needing to give the order.
“Have I broken out of the magical bindings that held me frozen while I was forced to say the words that I’ve been dying to tell Lumi since the moment I met her, but also is a death sentence for her? Yes, asshole, I have.”
I narrow my eyes in on Isolde—the bitch is surrounded by her entire coven. Meaning we’ll have to kill them all to get to her.
“Good, take the left, I’ll take the right.”
“I get to kill Isolde.”
I’ve already leaped from my spot, running with a speed that I know he can’t match. I stay in my vampire mode, rather than shifting. But I hear Ambrose’s shift happening behind me as he bounds from his spot. He can’t catch me. My speed is unmatched.
“She’ll be dead before you reach her,”I say.
I reach the first witch, sinking my teeth into her neck without hesitation. My venom injects into her vein. She’s as good as dead now. I need to release her and go to the next witch, so I can kill as many as possible before they even realize I’m here.
My pack is still running this way. They haven’t reached us yet. As soon as they do, the witches will realize they are under attack. I have a few moments to kill silently.
I open my jaws to release when a drop of her blood hits my tongue.
Delicious.
It’s been a long time since I’ve fed as a vampire. Once I knew about the vampire curse and that feeding more was the fastestway to bring on the curse, I stopped. But I’m hungry—so fucking hungry.
I want her blood. Every. Fucking. Drop.
I suck hard. The witch grabs for her neck, trying to pull me off of her. But it’s no use. I’ve tasted her blood.
Must drink.
So hungry.
I pull more and more of her blood into my mouth. Each drink is the sweetest drug. It should soothe the burning flame that’s always in my throat, but each swallow of her blood only ignites the flames, stoking them until my entire body is engulfed.