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“You’re frowning. What are you thinking?”
“That I should punish you for running,” I lied. “You are supposed to obey me.”
She smoothed the lines of my face as if she could remove the scowl with her fingertips. “So, what will you carve into my skin this time?”
“I do not know. Is there something you’d like?”
“Ooo. That got you all hard.” She ground herself onto the bulge.
She was right. I was hard as a rock.
“You want to put my name under yours with a plus sign?” she suggested. “Like you’d see carved on a tree?”
I smirked. “Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?”
She burst out laughing.
I winked, then lifted myself off her. I pulled her to her feet. I hugged her tight, kissed the top of her head, then laced my fingers with hers to walk back to the house.
She shrugged. “Would you prefer to work on fisting me instead?”
“We should do both. I can use the blood for lubrication.”
Sloane released a heavy sigh. “You’re a psychopath. You know that, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I offered. “I know.”
ALEXIE
Alexie
Sloane and I found a comfortable routine over the weeks. The sex was as hot as ever—and I didn’t even need to drug her. She indulged my blood lust without complaint. She was a masochist at heart. I watched in fascination as her body changed and could not help but worship her. She grew more beautiful every day.
If I had been obsessed with her before, I’d easily upgraded to codependency. And I knew the danger of attachment, that my enemies might one day use Sloane against me. It was why we had the tradition we did in the Bratva, with a boy removing his first real love from his life—his mother.
But the heart did not understand such things.
“Alexie?”
I looked up from my desk at Sloane’s soft call. I was surprised to see her up from her nap so early.
She suddenly swayed, her eyes glazing over before they rolled back into her head. I caught her just before she hit the ground. Fuck.
???
One of mymen drove erratically to the hospital while I sat in the back with Sloane. I tapped her cheeks repeatedly, but she gave no response. Sloane’s chest rose and fell and that was the only reason I wasn’t freaking out more.
When we pulled up at the Er, I lifted her out of the car and carried her toward the sliding doors.
A nurse was there and called for a gurney.
“Do you know what’s wrong with her?”
I shook my head.
“Are you family?
More medical staff arrived. “Fiancé,” I growled.
