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His steps were slow and cautious as he approached me. “I can, and I will.”
Tye stopped twenty feet away. “Damien, man, I can’t let you do this.”
My eyes heated and blazed, every sensory in my body igniting and ready to fight. “Have to,” I said. “Back off, Tye.”
“It’s against the law.”
There was no bending the laws when it came to Tye. That was why Waleron chose him to guard me. But all I needed was two seconds for Abby to take my blood.
“Abbs, do as I tell you.” I heard her soft, hesitant steps approach like a wounded animal weary of a trap.
Tye leapt.
I jerked my chin to the right and up and the chair leaning against the wall flew through the air and crashed into Tye, sending him back into the wall.
He grunted and shoved the chair aside. “What the fuck, man?”
I quickly lifted the old antique shield on the wall. It hovered in the air for a second; the weight impressive and it took a lot for me to will it with my mind.
Tye saw it and ducked to the right, but I expected the reaction. The shield slammed into his chest and pinned him to the floor. I heard a clatter as he shoved it aside.
My breath stopped when Abby’s fingers touched my skin then curled around my wrist.
I closed my eyes at the contact. This was all I could give her. Everything within me said to protect her. I could do no other.
“Remember, Abbs. You fuckin’ remember the blood you taste this night. My blood. No one else’s. Stay strong. Don’t give up on me.”
Her eyes darted from my wrist to my face and locked on me. Tears pooled and something else… hesitation. As if she was afraid to take my blood. There was no choice.
“Do it!” I ordered.
“Damien,” Tye shouted.
I sucked in my breath as her fangs pierced my wrist. Then her cool lips caressed my skin as she drank from my vein. I watched her, head bent, fiery-red hair hanging over her face as she bent over my arm.
“Baby, you belong to me,” I whispered. She’d never be Liam’s. Never.
The air shifted and I knew my time was up. My wrist ripped from Abby’s mouth as Tye slammed into me and we flew through the air, landing hard on the cement floor. Then his fist plowed into my jaw.
I didn’t fight. Even when he punched me again. My eyes were on Abby with her hands on the bars, watching me, eyes wide and mouth quivering. A drop of blood, my blood, trailed down her chin.
Tye straddled me, his scowl fierce. Then he hauled back and punched me in the jaw a third time. “What the hell were you thinking?”
I didn’t answer. There was nothing to say. I did what I had to.
“Christ. Waleron is going to put you in Rest for this, asshole.” He jumped off me, but he held out his hand.
I took it and he hauled me to my feet. “Don’t tell him.”
He snorted. “No choice.”
But there was a slight hesitation as he glanced over at Abby then back to me. I knew he wouldn’t say anything. He saw it. He sensed it.
It was undeniable. Didn’t matter that she was a vampire and I was a Scar.
Love had no boundaries.
