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I lean forward and bite into his shoulder. HARD. He groans and pulls me in closer, just like I wanted. As fast and hard as I can, I drive my knee up into his balls. I don’t release my bite, forcing him to rip himself free. Spitting the blood out onto the rug, I quickly run to the bookshelf and grab the giant vase. With as much effort I can muster while trying to fight off the effects of his blood, I slam the vase over his head and watch him crumble to the floor.
I won’t have much time.
Without wasting another moment, I run straight for the door. His taste lingers on my tongue, and I groan from how it lights my veins on fire. My jaws and teeth aches, but I fight the urge as hard as I can. I will not be one of them. I will not! No matter how good he tastes or how my body aches for more. The strength and speed are not worth it. Nothing is worth being one of them!
My footfalls are loud on the stone steps. My breathing is labored from the internal fight and malnutrition. Still, I push on.
A loud roar echoes from above. I don’t know if it is the reason I move faster than I have ever before, or if it is the blood that my body has been starving for since HE started the process of turning me. Either way, I use the curse to help move me further away from the monster hunting me.
Another door appears on the right, and I head for it. Maybe I will luck out, and he will run past me, thinking I would be too stupid to stop. Thanks to the being above, it is unlocked. I rush in, locking it behind me and lean against the heavy wood.
It appears to be a storage room lit by a small round window in the back. Shelves and shelves of blankets, crates, and books occupy the space, and a thick layer of dust blankets all of it. It has the same layout as the Prince’s room and my prison. I skirt around the clutter and hold my nose so I won’t sneeze and give myself away. I do not want to be trapped in this small space with an angry Keryth.
My luck continues as I find a bathingroom in the back, just like upstairs. I shut and lock the door and then run to the sink. Using it to rinse out my mouth and chug as much water as I can handle. I need to get rid of his alluring taste. It is too tempting to want more. To throw out everything I have worked so hard against.
The roar comes again, accompanied by the shattering of wood and stuff being thrown around. It is so loud that my ears ring. I quickly smile at the mirror and send up a silent thanks that my fangs still haven’t come in. I avoided it and haven’t become one of them.
But even with that settled, there is nowhere to hide here. There are no cupboards, closets, or boxes. There is only a large tub and a small basket in the corner. I look at the window and argue with myself for a moment.
“Little Thief!” His growl from the other room makes the decision for me.
I jump into the tub and press my forehead against the glass window above it. I am closer to the ground, but the fall will still kill me. But there are vines here that I can use.
“Come out. Come out, Little Thief.”
Nope!
Of course, the other room is full of shit that would be helpful, and this room has NOTHING! Doesn’t matter. I will get out of here no matter what.
I hit the window with all my might. The panes of glass are thicker than I initially thought, but I don’t stop. I hit it over and over again. My noise blends in with his as he tries to break down the door behind me.
Blood splatters against the cracking glass just as the door bursts open. I kick out, and the glass shatters with that last powerful blow.
“No!” the prince shouts, as I leap through the window.
The wind softly caresses my skin as the ground gets closer with each passing second. I breathe it in and sigh happily with the freedom of this moment. Whether my plan works or not, I will be free. But I still have work and can’t perish into the abyss…yet.
So, I grab onto one of the hanging vines and grit my teeth against the pain of my skin being shredded by its rough bark. It takes a few moments for my grip to slow me, but then I swing back toward the castle and on a collision course with the bright white stone wall. Closing my eyes doesn’t help keep the wind from being pushed from my lungs with the impact. I take a few steadying breaths and look up to find the prince hanging onto a different vine, quickly climbing down toward me.
Shit!
I need to get moving. Ignoring the pain all over my body, I propel down the side of the tower. Blood drips from my damaged hands, and my grip slips. I right myself a few times, but it only gets worse. And then, to top it off, the lower I get, the more thorns pop up. When I can’t dodge them any longer, I look to the ground and pray that it is a closer than it appears and let go.
My legs crumble from the impact. I groan and quickly get up as a loud thud lands behind me. In a blur of motion, I am picked up and thrown over the Prince’s broad shoulder.
“Put me down!” I yell, pounding against his back and leaving blood all over his once pristine shirt.
“No. I own you. Eventually, you will have to come to terms with it,” he chuckles.
“Never! I will never stop trying to get away.” The world spins while I am roughly placed on my feet and pushed against the side of the tower. Felix adjusts his glasses back up his nose and gives me a malicious smile.
“Good. I want you to run. I love a good chase. My body screams for it.” He leans down, lightly brushing his lips against my sweaty neck. I have to suppress the shiver of fear before he can sense it. Please don’t bite me, I silently beg. “Because if I catch you, then all bets are off.” His hand tightens on my hip and pulls me firmly against his body. Showing me exactly what kind of mood the hunt puts him in. “I will be so mindless that I will take this beautiful body and own it in every way possible.”
My eyes shoot to his. The intensity in his brown gaze makes it impossible to suppress the shiver any longer. But this time, it isn’t from fear but from something else—something I have never been shown before. I don’t even know what to call it.
“My body is not beautiful.” Why the fuck did I just whisper that? I should have yelled that he couldn’t touch me in any way. Or that he doesn’t own me. But no! I have to be worried about him, thinking my body is beautiful! Pull yourself together, Nyx!
“How about we get you out of these clothes so that I can judge for myself?” His fangs glint in the waning light and his fingers lightly stroke my hip. I am almost too distracted by them to answer.
