She slowly shakes her head. “You’re late, Nyk… Why are you so late?”
“I—”
She gets to her feet. The males take a step back, allowing her to move past them.
She comes toward me, almost fully naked.
Her eyes on mine, she only stops when her face’s a breath away from mine.
“I called for you,” she murmurs. “I called and you didn’t come.”
“I tried to. Please trust me, I tried to come in time, Moe. I just?—”
“You couldn’t?” She raises a brow.
I nod.
“Why?”
“I’m not strong enough. There was a barrier and?—”
“Then you’llneverbe strong enough.”
“What?”
“Will you do this forever? Watch me get hurt? Watch me die? And still do nothing? Because you have your silly little excuse that you’re not strong enough?”
“What are you talking about, Moe?” I frown. “Are you alright? Let’s go back to our room and?—”
Her palm connects with my cheek. I feel the metallic taste of blood flooding my mouth.
“Why? Why are you doing this?”
She tilts her head to the side, her lips tipped up in a sinister smile.
“Because it’salwaysyour fault.”
“What’s happening?” I whisper.
“Come here, Nyk,” Moe murmurs as she curls her finger and beckons me closer.
As if entranced, my body follows her commands.
“Closer.”
I move closer. When my mouth is close to her cheek she stops me.
“Now lick it.”
I blink, awareness flickering inside of me. She wants me to lick…the urine?
For a moment, I try to fight it. But she has full control over my body.
When she speaks, I obey.
So I do it. I peek my tongue out and lick her cheek, tasting the acrid urine mixed with the saltiness of her tears.
Suddenly, she moves her head, her lips colliding with mine. But they merely touch for a second before she pulls back just enough to speak.
