Amora is his mate.
Not me.
The truth settles over me like a final darkness, cold and absolute.
It’s truly over between us. He’s choosing her.
I’ve seen and felt enough. There is nothing left for me here but the wreckage of my own heart.
I try to pull back from the images. Try to retreat from Ambrose’s mind. But nothing happens. The images keep coming. The feelings continue to bombard me over and over.
Does Nyx know I’m here, feeling everything he’s feeling? Is he forcing me to stay to watch? Or is it Ambrose?
“I believe you, Nyx. Let me go!”I shout at him. But if he hears me, he doesn’t acknowledge me.
“Ambrose, help me!”I scream.
But he doesn’t hear me either.
I’m stuck here. I can’t retreat.
And their clothes are suddenly gone.
Beautiful—she’s so fucking beautiful. Tall and curvy, impossibly perfect as if she’s shaped by a god that knew how to craft a woman who doesn’t feel mortal. She’s too polished. Too flawless. A lethal elegance to be worshipped from a distance. She’s perfect for him.
I can see why Nyx would be attracted to her. Why he would choose her over me. She is darkness, all power and otherworldly beauty, while I am little more than human. Fragile. Ordinary. If I weren’t destined to break the curse, I would be nothing special.
But maybe she was meant for that too. Maybe vampires have mates.
I never thought of it before, but watching them together shows me the truth. She’s his mate.
Nyx drops to his knees in front of her.
My stomach sours. I’m going to vomit. I can’t watch this.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block this moment out. But I’m asleep. I can’t close my eyes any harder than I am now.
A spark shocks through my body as I concentrate as hard as I can to get away from him.
I’m free.
But I’m not. Instead of being in his head, I’m floating above them now. I see Nyx—the tall, dark, devastatingly handsome man that I love—drop to his knees before her as if she is something sacred. Something holy. Raw devotion and aching hunger on his face strips me bare. He bends toward her, away from me. How could I have ever thought he was mine?
He bites her inner thigh, and I see the ecstasy sweep through her body as he drinks her blood. And then he’s kissing a far more intimate body part.
She grips his hair, barely holding on as he licks and sucks. The air around them shifts. I can smell their scents intertwining like hot steam mixing together.
“Nyx!” she screams as her orgasm rips through her.
I see his cocky grin. The one I thought he held back for me, not her.
But it’s her grin now. Maybe it had always been her grin, never mine.
“You’re beautiful when you come undone like that.”
“I need you. Stop making me wait another second. I need—”
Faster than I can process, he’s grabbed her, lifted her into the air, her back against the cave wall, and thrust inside of her. The speed at which they fuck is that of two supernatural beings.