Page 78 of The Vampire's Lament
Even in my unreasonable state, I understood the importance of him continuing to draw breath.
His trembling worsened. “I can’t…” he muttered.
I licked the executioner’s blood off my lips. “Why are you out here?”
Desire rippled through my body, firming my cock. The corridors smelled of honey and sweat and death. I had to have him, right here. To throw him against the wall, tear off his clothes, and fuck him into oblivion, sucking on that incredible blood.
Whatever we’d said, whatever we’d agreed, it didn’t matter. I needed him.
All of him.
The more I see of you, the harder I yearn for you.
“You killed him,” Paris breathed. “You killed him.”
I stared at the elf, my anger subsiding. His pretty face should disgust me, but it rebuilt the walls of my reason.
“There was no choice,” I answered.
“He’d never have killed you.” He backed into the wall, the blade vanishing in a puff of silver smoke.
“Pardon?”
“It’s impossible to kill you.”
“Nothing is impossible,” I returned.
He clutched at his chest, his sorrow affecting me.
Let me make it better…
“Why didn’t you just let him go?” He closed his beautiful cobalt eyes, squeezing out tears that glistened like liquid diamonds on his cheeks. “Why don’t you let them all go?”
My anger spiked again. “Let them go after they attacked my home and killed my people?”
He kept his eyes closed, lips quivering.
“You’re out of your mind, Paris.”
I expected an aggressive rebuke that never came. Instead, he slid to the ground, covering his face with his hands and sobbing almost silently, muttering a name over and over again.
Pearl.
I took a step toward him, unsure of what to do.
“Paris?”
He kept crying, still speaking that name.
What should I do? Comfort him? Yell at him for suggesting I spare the lives of these executioners? Curse him for endangering his life in this maze?
My spark in the dark…
“My sister,” he finally said between sobs, keeping his face covered.
My chest ached in empathy, knowing what he was about to say. “Pearl?”
“Yeah.” He uncovered his face, eyes bloodshot, cheeks stained with sadness. “I lost her last year.” He sniffled, wiping his eyes with the bottom of his T-shirt, exposing his slender stomach. “Sorry, you don’t need to hear this.”
