I had a fucking plan.
I was going to make her mine.
That was taken out of my hands. Fucking Furies.
If I could bring her back to life and kill her again I would. It was fucking satisfying seeing the sword slice through her scrawny neck, watching her head bounce, then roll.
If my heart had a beat, it would have stopped in my chest seeing Delaney with blood on her arms and shoulder. I could smell the poison as soon as I took her in my arms. Her blood smelled off, like it was tainted and rotting.
“Fuck.”
I can still see her weak and dying in my arms. Her words on her lips, telling me that she loved me, and that I should move on. Never. She is my one and fucking only.
When she said that Olwen could have been my fated mate also, I did not correct her. Vampires do mate more than once, but if both are not turned, then it can take centuries for it to happen again. But Olwen was not my mate. Delaney is my first and my last.
Bringing my head up when a knock comes to my room door, I begrudgingly push to my feet, walking over to pull it open.
Skyla is on the other side, her eyes red from crying. Dropping my gaze to the floor, seeing her like this makes things real, knowing what has happened.
“Here, you need to feed. You are no good too her weak.” She hands me a bottle of O-negative.
Taking it from her, I walk back into my room. Setting it down on the bedside table, next to the lamp, I sit my ass back in the chair.
Skyla steps into the room, her body slow, hesitant, which is not like her, but everyone is on eggshells around me right now. They say that I am volatile around people, as I have snapped at one of the club girls who wanted to suck my dick to make me feel better.
The prospect refused me more whiskey, and I went for his throat. He did not flinch; he let me grip him until I saw the sorrow in his eyes. Gaël has a soft spot for Delaney, and her him, so I backed off.
“Anything?” Skyla’s voice breaks my thoughts.
“Nothing.” She stands at the end of my bed, her gaze fixed on my mate.
Delaney is lying in bed, still unconscious.
When she was dying in my arms, Halen couldn’t heal her. He said that the poison was strong and already weakening her heart, which I could hear.
Beat by beat, her heart slowed.
Her skin was losing its color with each passing second.
Looking into her eyes, I could see her slipping away from me.
Glassy and unfocused, she weakly smiled at me, telling me that she loved me and that I could have another mate. So fucking stupid, I could never take another mate if I lost her.
“Listen, I know that you are feeling pretty crappy about what you did, but, Thorin, honey, you had to, or you would have lost her.” She sniffles. “We would have lost her.”
“Then why the fuck is she not waking up?” I growl.
Sighing, Skyla sits on the edge of the bed, taking Delaney’s hand in hers. Leaning forward, she brushes some of my girl’s hair off her forehead, making me smile.
My brother did good finally claiming her. It was touch and go for a while, but he got there, with a push from me and the brothers. Even with my own issues with claiming Delaney in my head.
Our choices were not the same.
“You need to wake up, sweetie. I need my drinking partner back; plus, Emerald is going out of her mind waiting for you. She says she needs her Delaney loving.” Another sniffle comes from her; everyone in the club is feeling what happened.
Delaney means so much to everyone here, except the club girls and if I am being honest, I am tired of them being here. I fucking hate drama, and they cause a lot of it; plus, I do not want Delaney to see the women who I have fucked.
With two being killed in the attack, that does not leave many. I am going to bring it to church about them being removed, maybe sent to other Kings of Anarchy clubs.
