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He shrugged, putting his shoulders into the job, but I knew from the first time I met Daxon that he had a darker side to him. And when he chopped me up and fed me to the pigs, that was when I saw the real him. The guy was a psychopath, a serial killer in the making if he just let himself go, but with Rune, he’d turned his devotion and all his possessiveness towards her.
I had no problems with that as long as I got to be by her side too.
Rune saw something in these two wolves, and their devotion for her was admirable. I couldn’t fault them because from the first time I met her, I knew she was different. Even if I tried to fight the inevitable, I still fell hard.
Shoveling more dirt out of the grave, we dug in silence, and my thoughts kept returning to Rune. On how I’d initially intended to kill her, how adamant I’d been that she was the long lost Princess of the Atlandia royal family after the blue stone drew me to her. I planned to finally gain my revenge for her father killing my parents…
But, I stood no chance once I met her. I’d lost my dead heart to her before I even realized it, and when I finally kissed her, bit her, tasted her, she’d made me just as obsessed over her as the wolves were.
We were a blood match, which was how vampires found their perfect mate.
There were no more revenge plans. Only a furious determination to claim her as my own, in whatever way she’d let me.
After visiting the Atlandia royal family castle, or what was left of it, I wasn’t so sure what to think about her connection to the royal family. Her being back in the castle hadn’t seemed to trigger any memories of her past.
The two broken stone pieces had merged together and healed her, but did that make her the lost princess?
I had no clue.
I no longer gave a damn as long as she was mine.
“That’s enough. Get in the fucking hole.” Daxon grunted, driving the shovel into the dirt next to him and propping a bent arm up on its handle. He wiped the perspiration from his forehead, staring at me with agitation. “I’m helping you for Rune, just to be clear. You and I are not friends,” he continued. “I tolerate you because she likes you for some reason that is beyond me.”
“I appreciate the honesty, but let’s be clear here, I’m not going anywhere. One of us needs to stay sane for her.” I threw my gaze over my shoulder at Wilder still in the shadows, doing who the fuck knew. “Unlike the ticking timebomb over there.”
“For a vampire, you talk a lot of shit. Get into the grave,” he barked just as a human jogged right across the path, staring at us, wearing headphones. His gaze dipped to the grave we stood around, and his face blanched.
“Boo!” Daxon boomed, mock lunging at the guy, who in turn flinched so hard, he stumbled sideways and tripped over himself. “Get the hell out of here!”
Terrified half to death, the human scrambled to his feet and darted back the way he’d come.
“Okay, do this fast,” Daxon stated. “The cops will be here soon enough now.”
I stepped into the grave and lay down, Daxon already scooping soil over me before I got onto my back. He grinned like a demon every time he did this part.
“I’ve decided my new favorite thing to do is burying you, over and over. Now, if only you’d stay down.”
“What fun would that be if I couldn’t bring misery to your life?”
Just before he scooped more soil over me, he groaned, “Don’t come back out unless you’ve found Rune.” Then the dirt hit my face, and I clenched my jaw as some got into my mouth. Asshole.
He kept on working, the weight of the earth growing heavier, but it didn’t take long for the earth’s pulse to travel through my body. And with it came something else.
Something sweet…something I recognized instantly as Rune’s blood.
A jolt hit me, and I shuddered.
Power raced through my insides, shooting right into my bones, and I hissed with the sting it brought. The heartache of never seeing her again faded, and in its place came her fear, her desire, her love.
My dead heart gave a jerk at the fact that I’d traced her, gained a clue, something to find her. I pushed my energy outward into the soil, seeking her sweet blood, and it came back at me in full force. The direction I’d find her was clear as day in my mind. Not the exact location, but it was close enough for me to track her now that I had her smell in my nostrils, and tasted her at the back of my throat.
I could almost hear her soft voice, her laughter. My fingers buzzed, my chest bowing upward with a feeling of brightness that she brought out of me.
Desperately, I burst up and out of the fresh grave, tossing soil in every direction, hope coming to life inside me.
Her scent still lingered in my nostrils, and all I could think about was tracking her down.
Daxon stared at me wide eyed, Wilder nearby too, frowning, saying, “You found her?” He approached me, his shoulder raised.
