Page 28 of The Vampire's Lament
Ha! As if I knew how to make anything other than a mess.
Okay. No being defeatist here. What about something inside the house? There might be an emergency raft in there.
I went to look, rooting through cupboards and a tiny utility room, coming up empty.
Seeing as Silvanus flew, why would he need anything other than his own awesome skills?
Dammit.
Taking a break, I sat on the sofa, where I picked up a trace of his scent. Regret licked over my soul, going to war with the rest of me. Longing also joined the fray, just to screw with me some more.
Fuck this.
I got up to fetch my beer from upstairs. Annoyingly, I’d dropped it, the contents of the bottle spilling across the carpet.
Brain throbbing, I parked myself on the bed. Head between my knees, desperate to figure this out. Because staying here wouldn’t work. Being close to the vampire king was an exercise in pain. For me, for him, for those around us.
If things weren’t so complicated, maybe there’d be space to draw boundaries. But we weren’t that lucky, cursed to think with our dicks and chaotic emotions.
I mean, what the hell? I hadn’t felt anything so intense for a long time. In fact, I didn’t recall ever being so intoxicated by a man. Hal wasn’t anything but a fuckbuddy, not the kind of guy to shake my core. And look at how that’d turned out. He’d begged Silvanus to kill me to save his own life, so the fucker could go hug the nearest hungry shark.
Pfft. What did it matter anyway. After this, the king and I were done, right?
“Shit.” I leaned back on my hands, the onslaught of emotions feral.
Talk about a conflict.
I should’ve gone with Medusa to help move us all in the direction of clearing Aidan’s lie from the world.
Disgusted with myself, I got up, pacing the room for an idea.
“Caer?” I tried.
No answer.
Big shock. Not.
The front door opened.
My heart skipped several beats.
“Silvanus?” I called, my tone squeaky.
No response.
Gingerly, I moved to the top of the stairs, crouching to peek downstairs.
“Hello there.” Aidan greeted me with a wave of his rotten hand.
Oh. Shit.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SILVANUS
My head smacked off the wall, then hit the floor with a heavy thud. A flurry of glass shards sprayed my body, slicing just about every inch of my skin.
Anger seethed through me, my bloodthirst primed.
