Only, it wasn’t Cam who’d said it.
Unless I’m dreaming again.
I shuddered, my shoulders hunching as I tried to disappear into the floor. To wake up. To escape my nightmares. Except that was my life now—a world of terror and blood. A place where I no longer knew my mate.
I’d promised not to give up on him. I’d promised to fight. But at some point, I’d lost my way.Right around when I realized the futility of this situation.
Yet now I could hear him. Connect to his thoughts. See the vacant space where our memories used to lie.
My throat ached with the need to swallow. I tried. I couldn’t. Too dry. Resembling rocks.
I winced again, only to yelp as Cam scooped me up into a fluffy towel. He’d apparently put on a robe while I’d been cowering on the floor, the thick material loosely covering his broad chest.
“You need to eat,” he told me. “Let’s start there. Then we’ll talk more.”
The patience in his voice rendered me speechless, as did the careful way he handled me as he dried me off. It almost reminded me of the Cam I used to know, except his mind told a different story.
He didn’t see me as fragile so much as hurt, and he was attempting to rectify the situation by comforting me. It wasn’t about coddling or putting me on a pedestal, but about owning up to his mistakes and correcting them.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. How to acceptthat. How to accepthim.
I still couldn’t even determine if this was really happening.It feels real… but also dreamlike?
My head felt foggy. Exceptionally tired.Shattered. I could still sense those icy fingers on my skin, the fangs against my neck… my thighs.
That vampire’s cock against my?—
Cam growled, the sound harsh against my ear and jolting me in his arms. His blue eyes captured and held mine, the intensity within them stealing my breath. Because that look came with a sharp thought.If I could kill him again for you, I would.
Visions of blood and headless corpses assaulted my thoughts as Cam wrapped me up in a robe.
I immediately shoved away from him, the sensation of fabric on my skin making me tremble.
Too much,I thought.Too much sensation. Too much heat. Too much violence.
God, their touch…
It’s wrong.
I… I don’t want this. Yet my thighs are already clenching.
Michael’s fucking compulsion. He’s going to make me want it. Make meenjoymy death.
I hate him. I want to kill him!
Fuck, I can’t breathe, though. Their fangs. Their hands. Their clothes grazing my skin as they undress.
I flinched and hit a hard, masculine form. Powerful. Lethal in nature.
Arms banded around me.
My name whispered into my ear. “You’re safe. I have you. They’ll never touch you again.”
I blinked, that sterile space melting away into a tiled bathroom decorated in warm tones.I… I don’t…
I pressed my palms to my eyes as I tried to right myself.I’m with Cam. Somewhere.
I’m alive.
