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“Will you take her?” Gidon demanded at Drac’s snarl of frustration.
Saieke glared at the king.
Drac’s obsidian eyes settled on her face. “My mate is willful and impulsive. If I leave her she will travel on her own, splitting my attention. She will not wait idly at my keep for me.”
Gidon clasped Drac’s shoulder. “Can you bring your sister back without harming her? With the beast at the forefront it will only see you as something to be destroyed. Sisterly love will not be present. You must contain her without hurting her.”
“I will try my utmost best.”
“You must succeed, Drac. Your mother and sister, our kingdom would be inconsolable if we lost Tehdra to darkness or death.”
Chapter Seventeen
Blood.
Despair.
Agony.
The emotions soaking the air. So painful and dread-filled. The taste of pain, fear, hatred, so sweet and exhilarating. No longer cocooned by iron will and a desire to be good. Yesss! I have what I have always longed for.
Freedom!
The shackles of humanity that bound me have disappeared. I will walk the lands killing and devouring all in my path. Gaining the power and strength I seek from despair.
What is this scent? Blood? Why is it so sweet, so beckoning? Blood holds no enthrallment for me. Only the darker emotion satisfies.
This fragrance. Its allure more than I can resist. Pure, exotic. Sweeter that the darkest of emotions.
My mate is not a demon beast? He bleeds. My mate bleeds. It is this blood that captivates me. Ahhh, his smell is so divine. His blood, decadent.
A wolyve has harmed my mate?
Its flesh parted under my claws so easily, its head taken from its body with such ease.
Weakness is not to be tolerated.
What is this? There is something buried inside my mate. It lays dormant. Is it my other half? Trapped within a body as well.
Mine!
How dare they trap us? Confine our nature, our desires. The noise is so grating. Why do they scream and run? Oh, yes. It is I they fear.
Laughter flooded from the body.
They do not realize running is futile. I will slaughter and devour them all. Teeth tore the wrist of the body, and hot blood flowed.
How do I move this body? So small and feeble. I will rip myself out. I will heal, you my mate. Take my blood and grow stronger.
Wrists were slowly lifted and positioned over Ajali’s body. Blood gushed from the body into the wounds on his chest and hips. Life pulsed inside of him.
Absorb my blood, mate. I will free you from this body that confines you, and we will bloodlet together.
Pleasure hummed, deep and abiding. Yesssssss. I have found my mate. Trapped. But I will free us both from the shackles of humanity and these feeble bodies. Oh so glorious, to be free.
To kill.
To consume.
