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"You're trapped now," she taunted in that high-pitched voice, which was a little terrifying.
Okay, new game plan. Jump off the bed and run to the fucking door.
I went to move as her knife was swinging, and this time she didn't miss. The knife scraped my fucking cheek, and now I had blood dripping down my face and down my arm. She raised her knife again, and I realized I was possibly going to die.
Right before the knife sank into my chest, I lost my mind.
That’s the only explanation for why kissing her was what I came up with to try and wake her up.
I caught her wrist and then forced it out to the side while yanking her body towards me. Then I leaned down…and I pressed a kiss on her full, fucking perfect lips.
Her eyes flew open mid-kiss, and a shocked cry ripped out of her mouth as she yanked her lips away from me. Her eyes were wild--wild and afraid. Her gaze was darting all over the room as she tried to figure out what was happening. It took her a minute to notice the knife, and when she did, she quickly dropped it with a small whimper before she stumbled off the bed, staring at me in confusion and fear.
"Well, that was interesting," I threw out, wondering if I needed stitches. Maybe this would help with my pretty boy image, give me a little toughness, because I was positive that it was going to leave a scar if I didn’t get it looked at.
An absurd part of me wanted to leave it there, as a visible reminder of where she’d been.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, before she ran out of the room like the devil himself was chasing her.
And maybe he was. That had to be what she’d been dreaming about…who she’d been trying to kill.
I guess she could have been dreaming about killing us too.
I shook my head and slid off the bed to check myself out in the mirror, feeling strangely horny.
I didn’t think I was going to be getting any more sleep tonight.
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Aurora
My pulse was pounding in my chest as I ran out of Stellan’s room, and it felt like my lips were burning from that stupid fucking kiss.
It had been a long time since I’d done that, reenacted a nightmare in my dreams.
But usually my dreams were from memories that had actually happened, and seeing Sophia strapped down on the Demon’s “fun” table was not something that actually occurred. Right?
I mean, you didn’t just forget something like that. And I didn’t remember ever attacking the Demon, because I knew I would never win. I’d had to work behind the scenes to turn him in, not go after him directly.
So why was my skin crawling? Why did I feel like I was about to puke all over this pretentious fucking hallway?
Why did I feel like I was forgetting something?
Chapter3
Aurora
Ihad to get out of that house. I hurriedly dressed in leggings and a hoodie, then dashed down the stairs.
One of the first-years who scraped and groveled in front of our friendly neighborhood psychopaths stepped in front of me at the door. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Out,” my voice came, cold as ice. Maybe Cain and I were soul mates after all, because I was about two seconds from trying to gut this guy if he didn’t step out of my way. I didn’t think very highly of the boys who hung around Cain and company.
“I don’t think so.” He took a step closer to me, then another, so close that it forced me to look up at him as he towered above me.
He was trying to dominate me with his size, but I had plenty of experience with Cain, Stellan, Pax, and Remy dominating me–any way they could–and every other man seemed like a joke in comparison.
“You’re not under their protection anymore,” he said. “They want to hurt you just as much as the rest of the world does. No one’s going to stop me from doing anything I want to you.”
