“Whatever this is.” I gestured between us as I drew my feet up slowly on the bed, still pretending like I was going to turn over and go onto all fours like he’d demanded. “But you’ve made it clear that you’re notmyCam. So what was the point of looking like him?”
I still had no idea if this was even real. I really hoped it was just some twisted dream. But I felt awake. And this was unlike anything I’d ever imagined before.
So how am I going to escape?I wondered.He’s standing?—
“YourCam?” His other eyebrow lifted to match the one he’d kept cocked for the last several minutes. “You’remyErosita. I ownyou. Not the other way around.”
“I’m notyourErosita,” I told him. “I’m the real Cam’sErosita.”Which will become a false statement if I let this Fake Cam touch me.
“TherealCam?” He gave me an incredulous look. “Did your brain not reset correctly when you woke up from your nap?”
“My nap? You mean mydeath?” I narrowed my gaze at him. “And I have no idea. I’ve never died before.” But he did have somewhat of a point.Maybe the biting was real and I’m still dead?
No, that wouldn’t explain this bizarre situation.
And the fact thatCamhad killed me.
Except nothing about any of this made sense. Why pretend to be Cam just to act a completely different way?
Unless he doesn’t know how Cam usually treats me. That means he doesn’t know Cam. So who are you?I wondered.
“You’ve never died before?” He glanced over me and grunted. “So myErositais a liar. Good to know.” He unfastened the final button of his shirt, giving me a glimpse of the muscled torso underneath.
“You even got the abs right,” I said, recalling every hard line in detail as he revealed his abdomen. “But not the personality. So I’ll ask again, what was the point?”
“The point is, I’m going to fuck you. And if you don’t stop talking, I’m also going to gag you.”
He pulled off his shirt, giving me a glimpse of his chiseled shoulders and arms—a sight he ruined by beginning to roll the fabric into a makeshift rope.
“On your fucking hands and knees,Ismerelda.I won’t say it again.”
I swallowed.This is bad. Very bad.
He was still standing in front of the door, and the bed had maybe a foot of space on each side before it hit the wall. So I had to somehow get around the wall of muscle and out the exit into whatever waited beyond.
And do what? Run?
This was a vampire. Of that, I was certain. Which made him faster and stronger.
Even if I managed to get away, he’d catch me. And then what would I do?
He’ll fuck me and I’ll lose Cam forever.
My chest ached with the thought.
This can’t be it. This can’t be the end. I?—
Fake Cam lunged forward and reached for my ankle. My opposite limb reacted, the heel of my foot slamming into his face and propelling me off the side of the bed.
I wobbled as I landed, my knees nearly giving out from the unexpected impact and my already weakened state.
A growl vibrated through the air, causing all the hairs along my arms to stand on end.
Fake Cam didn’t speak, just moved with lightning speed to slam me against the wall. No amount of sparring with lycans or vampires could have saved my head from cracking against the rock.
But my instincts fired, sending my knee upward to the sweet spot between his legs.
Only to be caught by a hard thigh.
