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“I got you. I got you and I will never let you go. Because you own me, Nyx. Heart, body, and soul. I am wholly yours.” I make no demands on her as she feeds. And even as spots invade my vision, and my back hits the floor, I whisper all of my feelings and dreams for her. At some point, I become vaguely aware she stops and says my name. But all I can do is give her a weak smile as I fade away into the darkness.
The smell is overwhelming, calling to me. His taste still lingers on my tongue, keeping me thirsty.
Finish it. He breathes. More to eat.
“NO!” I scream, covering my ears with my hands. “Shut up! Shut up!”
Feed!
“Nyx?” a familiar voice tries to break through the chaos, to no avail.
Missed some, must finish it all.
I look to the male sprawled out on the floor, blissfully unaware of the war inside my head. His chest barely moves, and I can hear his heart struggling to beat. I crawl over him, tilting my head back and forth, studying, watching…waiting. But nothing happens.
Very carefully, I push his glasses back up his nose. He needs them, doesn’t he? I watch as my fingers brush his hair away from his forehead, unsure why I am doing it. But it feels right. Him lying on the floor feels wrong. He should be up, fighting with…someone.
“Nyx… I need to help him. He isn’t going to survive if I don’t get him blood soon.” The voice comes again, and I hiss at it as it touches my bare shoulder.
It has no right to touch me. It smells good, but not as good as him. I want more of him. More…no, not just blood…something.
I squeeze my head between my heads to try to alleviate the pressure.
Feed. Drink. Drain him.
But I need him. He means…he means something to me? He means something to me. But what? Why?
“Felix needs help, Nyx. Please!” they beg.
Felix.
Memories come pouring in at an alarming pace. I close my eyes against the onslaught, but it only makes it worse. His kiss. The little touches and promises that I am okay. I can’t breathe through the emotions that come with it. My parents…I never got to see what happened to them. I was whisked away and placed in the darkness for so many years. Too many to count.
But I got out. I freed myself from the torment and built myself back up into something better. Fiercer. A weapon to destroy all of those who ruined my life. I killed over and over again when they stepped out of line. I strung them up and gutted them like the vermin they are.
And then, he—Felix—took me. He stopped me from doing my work, turned my world upside down, and forced me to question things…feel things, and trust my enemies.
He turned me! All that hard work and sacrifice to not complete the change has been wasted!
I am the monster I have been fighting all this time. Rage pours through me as my scream pierces the air. My throat aches, but as I run out of breath, my anger transforms into anguish. There is no going back. I am stuck like this.
Every altercation before had one enemy, one Keryth, to blame. But now there are too many. First, there is HIM—Dominic—the start of it all. Then there is Felix, who turned my world upside down. And finally, there is me. I am strong and capable, yet I allowed myself to be put in this position. Separate entities, but all cogs in the same mechanism that produced this outcome.
My brain is desperate to stay angry at Felix for taking this choice out of my hands, but my heart won’t allow it. I swallow thickly, and the warmth of his blood washes through me.
“Felix!” Realization slams into me. I fed from him. He let me almost drain him because my beast demanded it.
I rush to him, grab his head, and pull it into my lap. “Felix, please, no. I am so sorry.” I sob. “Don’t leave me. You can’t force me to feel and then abandon me to figure them all out. That’s not fair!”
“He needs blood in order to survive,” Tia says, bending down to meet my eyes. Her hands cover mine over Felix’s weakening heart.
“I will give him mine. He—” She shakes her head, cutting me off.
“You just fed from him. He needs to replenish from another source.”
She stands and walks over to something moaning in the corner; the sound of her dragging it toward us destroys the silence and makes my hair stand on end. HIS smell reaches me before I realize who it is. My body itches to run away, but at the same time, rip him apart with my bare hands. I want to make him pay for each and every scar on my body. He made it hurt! And now I want him to scream in agony, unable to do anything but endure the torture I would put him through.
“He is mine! My kill,” I growl.
