Franny stands over the male, her shoulders heaving with the breaths rising more and more uneven.

“Ten fucking years,” she whispers so low that I virtually miss it. However then, quicker than I can blink, she has the statue above her head and goals on the male beneath her.

It lands with a sickening thud towards his cranium. His muscle tissue leap, however he doesn’t stand up or transfer.

“You fed from me!”

Thump.

“You harm me!”

Thump.

“You took away my freedom!”

Thump.

Heat droplets rain towards my face, however I don’t disrupt them. Franny is gorgeous in her vengeance, and wiping away the blood appears disrespectful.

I watch because the puddle of darkish liquid grows beneath the male’s physique, loving the best way the moonslight shines in it, virtually making it seem blacker than the evening sky. The odor needs to be distracting, however apart from the way it seems to be, it holds no curiosity to me. To date, the one blood that has ever tempted me was—

“Right here you’re, Little Thief.” The deep rumble beside my ear has my again straightening and my fist clenching. Fuck! It’s virtually like my ideas have summoned him. I ought to have left once I had the possibility. I ought to have left Franny to her enterprise and brought care of mine. “Let’s get you upstairs,” he whispers.

I observe with no phrase. Tia provides me a vivid smile and a wink after we cross her coming into the room. Unusual. However what’s even stranger is that Felix isn’t taking me to the dungeons. He’s doing precisely what he stated he would, and we make our manner up the large stairs to his room.

The silence is killing me. I want him to say one thing. Something. Technically, I wasn’t the one who made the kill, however I used to be nonetheless part of it. And for some insane, tousled cause, I wish to know what he’s pondering!

“Spit it out!” I lastly yell.

He turns ever so slowly; his copper eyes are intense as they rake over my physique and land on my face. I do know I need to look insane with my hair a large number from the wrestle and barely sweaty. However there is no such thing as a anger in his steps as he strikes to face toe to toe with me. Or, in his giant hand, he cups my cheek and makes use of a calloused thumb to wipe away among the blood.

“There may be nothing to say. Go bathe. Kaelin will deliver a meal for you when you are in there. After you’re performed, climb into mattress and relaxation. You’ve had a busy day.” He steps again, provides me yet one more look, after which leaves the room, the lock clicking in place, echoing behind him.

“What the fuck? That didn’t assist in any respect!” I shout on the door. Asshole!

I stomp off to the bathingroom and have a look at myself within the mirror. I used to be proper about what I seem like. I’ve been worse, however for some cause, the spot the place Felix smeared the blood bothers me probably the most.

I flip over thought after thought of why that may bug me so badly. And the one two issues that stick out probably the most are one: I’m bothered as a result of he noticed me like this. Or two: as a result of he acquired that asshole’s blood on him. Neither is logical, however on the similar time, each really feel proper.

“Ahhh!” I scream, pushing away from the sink. “Fuck this shit!”

However I’m caught with no escape apart from demise. Which suggests I want to search out HIM earlier than I go away this airplane. I cannot go away it with out dragging HIM down with me.

“How is she?” I ask Tia earlier than she is thru the door. I’ve been sitting on this window seat for hours, ready for her to lastly come so I can ensure they didn’t punish Fanny for getting justice. Felix by no means got here to mattress, so I couldn’t ask him.

“She is secure.” She locations the tray of meals down and sits with out taking a look at me. Possibly I’ve scared her off, too. I needed that at first, however now I want her. At the very least… I’m telling myself that’s the reason for the tightness in my chest.

“Within the dungeon?” I scoff.

“No, within the fortress housing. Nobody is aware of what you two did yesterday. It has all been taken care of.”

“Why?” I say, elevating a forehead.

“As a result of Victor was an ass and deserved what he acquired.” She piles her plate with meals as if she didn’t drop important information.

“However he was Keryth…”

“What does that need to do with something?” Her deep brown eyes lastly meet mine, burning brightly, daring me to problem her. I may. However does this imply…does this imply that she could also be on my facet? First, the fields of meals for the Forsaken and Reckless, and now this?

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