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Don’t do it. Don’t do it, Lyra.
I glanced over at Alek’s perfectly made bed.
It was possible that Alek had gotten completely freaked out after what had happened earlier. The passion, the bloodlust, both of us giving in at the same time…
Would Alek run away after something like that, though? He acted weird after the fact, but he was the one who had pushed me into giving in to those dark desires. He wanted that for me, so why would he run from it, too?
Or maybe it was me. Maybe he didn’t actually like me drinking his blood, maybe he had to escape to deal with the fact that I was a half-demon.
But Alek had known. He knew who my father was well before I knew. He wouldn’t start acting differently now…
Screw it.
I threw my black leather jacket on and opened Alek’s bedroom door, slipping into the dark hallway.
A large window at the end of the hallway filtered moonlight against the white stone floor. It was enough for me to see the few feet in front of me as I slipped down the long hallway and to the staircase.
The mansion was so quiet that I could hear my heart pound loudly in my ears. I couldn't have calmed it if I tried.
I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to sneak around Alek’s mansion. Marcus wasn’t here. Wrath and Natalie would be long asleep by now. My father had the decency to leave us alone, too.
It was just me.
Me and the moon bathing everything in milky white light.
The black boots I now wore glided silently across the floor as I descended the stairs, heading toward the front door. I didn’t have a car. I had no way of knowing where Alek went, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to call him to ask.
I only had a gut instinct that told me to walk out of those doors.
But something in my stomach tightened, forcing me to stop walking when I was just seconds from opening the front door to the house.
Fear. I recognized the feeling immediately.
I spent too much of my life being afraid, had spent twenty-two years feeling that way anytime Theia was near.
Was I really going to keep letting fear creep into my body and morph my decisions like a drug? Was I going to keep letting it control me, belittle me?
I had fought too damn hard to give in now. I had picked myself up and shoved fear aside for myself so I could live.
Then why were its claws digging even deeper now, ripping me apart from the inside?
I realized then, with my hand half-reaching for the doorknob, that I was not afraid for myself. No, I didn’t care much about my safety anymore.
But fear of Alek? That was something new. Something different.
Something much worse than fear for myself.
I took two more steps and flung the front door open.
And regretted it immediately.
“Come with us quietly and you won’t be harmed.”
The masked figure pressed the cold metal of his gun to my temple.
“Who the hell are you?” I seethed.
My instincts were already alert, already screaming at me.
