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“Good. Now go sit by the fire and read to me.” I adjust myself when she turns her back and faces my desk again. I straighten papers and organize things while waiting for her to start. “If you don’t start reading in the next five—”
“I can’t read, asshole!” she shouts, throwing the tome to the floor beside her feet.
Everything in me stills at the sound of hurt in her voice. It is so strong that the smell of it reaches me despite the burning wood. She doesn’t look up from her hands in her lap as I walk over to the chaise. Not wanting to frighten her, I kneel beside her and take her hands in one of mine.
I could try to do this the gentle way, but I know it will offend her. So, I must be innovative and keep her rage burning, or she may become something way more dangerous than she already is.
I grab the tome from the floor and slam it back into her hands.
“I guess I’m going to have to teach you.” Her piercing blue eyes meet mine with a mixture of her signature heat and uncertainty. “Unless…you bite me again. Or better yet, bite me at least once every day. Yes! I like this plan a lot!”
“Fuck that! I needed to learn anyway,” she nearly shouts. But then she opens the tome with furrowed brows.
“Do you know your letters?” She shakes her head. “All right then, from the beginning.”
Three days.
Three fucking days of coming down the ridiculous amount of stairs to this stuffy office.
Three whole days of him giving me lessons on letters and sounds.
I feel like an idiot. I knew these letters once, which makes this process a little easier. But it is still excruciatingly embarrassing. If it weren’t for HIM ruining my life, I would have finished my lessons. My parents would be alive. I wouldn’t be this half-monster on the brink of madness and corruption.
“Pay attention.” Felix hits the top of my head with a stack of papers for the hundredth time.
I can’t seem to stay on task. I am restless. My body is screaming out for the need to do something, but I can’t figure out what that is! It’s irritating, and I am ready to pull all of my hair out.
“I am!” I nearly shout.
He stares at me for a moment too long and I clench my jaw against the sensation to attack. My eyes zero in on his neck. The thick artery pulses wildly, calling to me. I could slice right through it with an ease that would have me moaning out with the pleasure of it. His warm blood would spray around the room, bathing me in his rich scent.
I could make it quick. Watch as he chokes and writhes around, unable to make a sound through the new hole in his throat.
Or?
I could make it slow. Slice by slice across his massive body, detaching muscle and sinew from the bone so his limbs are useless against me. I’d force him to lie there while I took my time taking him apart piece by piece: his immortality, my aide, and his undoing.
His tan skin would glisten with sweat from the stress. And that massive chest would rise and fall rapidly from the struggle to draw a breath in. Each muscle would strain and flex in an attempt to get free from my ropes.
“Nyx!”
I swallow thickly and slowly meet his copper eyes. I bet they roll back in his head when he—
“Nyx!” he calls again. “Where did you go?”
“Nowhere.” I stare at his frustrated face, and then it all clicks into place.
Fuck! It’s the kill. That is what has me so anxious. I need to sink my dagger into some asshole. While I have been trapped in this stupid castle learning to fucking read, people have been suffering out there! How many women and men have been drained dry because I am trapped here? How many are suffering simply because it is winter, and I have a warm fire at my back and plenty of food to eat?
“I’ll be right back,” the stupid Prince, the cause of all this, says, slowly placing the book beside me.
“Where are you going?” I stand to follow him to the door, desperate for him to take me out of here, but the asshole doesn’t answer me. He shuts the fucking monstrosity in my face.
I twirl away from the door and begin looking for something that I can lodge into the lock and wiggle around until the piece of shit clicks. But there is nothing. The asshole has removed everything that could be a weapon. The only thing left behind is a quill.
Grabbing the damn thing tightly in my fist, I’m ready to make it work the best way I can. But I don’t even get the chance. He didn’t lock it! I crack the door and look down both sides of the mercifully empty hall. Now is my chance.
I slip through and quietly close it behind me. It would be faster to head for the castle’s front door, but that is where the majority of the foot traffic is. The smart option would be to head for the courtyard he showed me the other day.
