Page 21 of The Slayer Seduction

“Fuck, fine,” I say sharply.

Quickly, I grab a few things off my shelves and from my potions room, doing my best to bandage up his wound on his neck before using my magic to weightlessly levitate him up the stairs. I place him on the bed, and that’s when I really get to work on him.

I’m not gifted with healing abilities like Violet is, but I have a general knowledge of some healing spells. For whatever reason, none of them seem to be working.

“Go grab the blood replenishing potion,” I tell Scarlett, who scampers off to the cabinet to get what I requested. I’m too frazzled to use magic to find it and bring it to me.

The bleeding at least is slowing, and I watch in wonder as his skin stitches itself back together. What’s most unbelievable is as the skin cauterizes itself, his tattoos knit back together too.

Under all the blood he’s covered in, I can see them more clearly. Swirls of lines and patterns cover his body, but as I get a closer look, I realize they’re tick marks making up the image of a larger tattoo. Color is slowly returning to his face, some of the paleness leaving him, which has to be a good sign.

“Here you are, mistress. That’s a lot of blood,” she says, scrunching her nose. “It’s not all his.”

Her nose crinkles as she circles him, sniffing and investigating. Meanwhile, I’m uncorking the potion and grabbing his chin, opening his mouth, trying to get him to drink.

He chokes, spitting the potion out instead of swallowing

Scarlett takes a lick of blood and I nearly gag.

“Vampire blood,” she says distastefully.

“He’s a fucking vampire?” I say dramatically. “How in the hell would he get past the wards?”

“No. There’s vampire blood on him. He isn’t a vampire...he’s...I’m not sure what he is. Something ancient.”

Cool. Fucking awesome.

“I’ve done everything I can. We’ll just need to see if he wakes up. What do we do when he does?”

“Tie him up,” Scarlett says and I nod quickly.

With a flick of my wrist, rope is careening through the air and wrapping itself around his wrists and the headboard. The bed is an absolute disaster and I do my best with all the sanitization spells I know.

Cleaning spells are much easier on objects than skin, and it’s how I find myself using a warm washcloth to remove the blood from the massive stranger’s skin.

Scarlett yips and I scream as the man opens his eyes, tugging against his restraints. This time when he looks at me, his eyes are normal.

“Oh fuck. You’ve got to run away, get as far away from him as you can,” he says, and Scarlett and I share a look.

“From who?”

“The fucking monster who’s taken over my body. He’s a killer, and not to mention absolutely deranged. He’s convinced that you’re his⁠—”

Suddenly his eyes go black again, and his tone of voice goes so deep that I know he isn’t human any longer.

“My mate,” he says with absolute awe. He isn’t tugging against the restraints anymore, just staring at me with his void-like eyes.

“Excuse me?” I say with my hand gripped around my wand, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

Scarlett, however, looks at the man with curious eyes.

“I’ve waited so long. You’re so beautiful and you have saved me.” He smiles wildly at me. He looks more manic than excited and it has me scooting away from him.

“Your what?”

His eyelids are going heavy, like he can’t stay awake much longer, but he whispers the words.

“My mate. The promise was real.”