Only, that had backfired.
He doesn’t care about me. This is all for him. Even my pleasure… is for him.
This isn’t how we make love.
This isn’tmyCam.
Please come back to me… I… I miss you…
“Gods,” I whispered. “What the hell have I done?”
I’d… There were no words. I… I couldn’t…
“Fuck, Ismerelda.” I pulled her into my arms, her sweat-soaked hair clinging to my suit jacket.
I need to get us out of here,I realized.
It wasn’t safe here.
No one could be trusted. Nothing was what it seemed.
I needed answers. Answers only Ismerelda seemed to have. But she was catatonic in my arms, lost so deep in her own psyche that she was barely breathing.
I bit my wrist and pressed it to her mouth, mentally compelling her to drink. But she was too far gone to obey me.
Shit.
There wasn’t time to snap her out of it here. We needed somewhere to hide. A place where no one could find us. Only then could I begin to try to fix this. To apologize. To… togrovel.
Later,I told myself.Focus on getting out.
Michael had said he would be watching Ismerelda die, which made it likely he’d seen me slaughter the entire room of vampires.
Fortunately, not much time had passed. Maybe five minutes. Not nearly long enough for him to amass enough vampires to take me down.
Unless he has whatever device Lilith used to incapacitate me before.I could hear whispers about it in Ismerelda’s memories, something about how it was connected to the part of the mind where theErositalink resided.
He’ll never remember me. He’s irrevocably changed. My Cam… is dead.
Her thoughts resembled daggers against my chest, each one pricking my insides in a way I’d never experienced.
Her pain was my pain.
Her heartache was my heartache.
And her damaged soul… was my damaged soul.
I’ll fix this,I promised her, not that she seemed to hear me.
But first, I needed to get us the fuck out of this bunker.
Hold on, my queen,I whispered to her.Just, please, hold on for a little longer. I’m going to make this right. I vow it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CAM
This place is a bloody maze.
