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Samantha nodded. "And Alastor, yes, the son of Hades," she said before her mom had time to confirm it.
"You have quite the group," she murmured. "Where is Raiden?"
Samantha glanced away. Her jaw worked over words that didn't come out. "Did you know?" she finally whispered.
"Honey, now isn't the time to talk about this," her mom replied, picking up on her meaning.
Tears fell from Samantha’s eyes as she turned away from her. "I have a mess to clean up. Stay or go, it doesn't matter."
Every single instinct I had wanted to protect her from the hurt she was feeling right now, but I knew it wasn't a tangible enemy to dispatch. She was in love with the dragon and betrayed by him. This was something she would need to work through on her own. We watched as she moved through the fallen bodies tothe portal we had ignored. She stopped in front of it and looked back at Bellamy.
"How do we close this?"
He looked from the surface of the swirling gateway and back to her. The set of his frame eased as he stepped forward. A sad glint passed through his crimson eyes before a look of acceptance spread across his face.
"It's easy. You need my blood."
CHAPTER 46
Samantha
"Okay,"I said. I regarded Bellamy as he stepped forward. There was something off about him. He was acting strange.
He brushed his hand along my cheek and blinked slowly. "It is a sort of poetry that I found someone to live for, and now I have to die to save them."
"Wait, what?" I said, caught in the feel of his skin against mine. The shock of his words ran through me and hit me all at once. I stumbled away from him. "No."
"My sweet hunter, the one person in all the worlds that I can't have, the dream that will never be, this is the only way."
He wasn't saying a tiny prick of his skin to close the portal; no, he was saying he had to die here and now for it to be shut. He stepped close again. His fingers ran down my arm to the hand that still gripped my dagger. Curling his long digits around my wrist, he lifted the blade to his neck.
"Make it quick," he whispered.
The others faded into the background. It was only us in that clearing at that moment. Us and my slowly breaking heart. I wasn't even sure when he had wormed his way in there, but he was deep. In all of my fears, never once had I worried I'd be theone to take someone that I cared for to their death. Sure, I had been afraid of them dying because of my path, but not by my hand. I shook my head wordlessly. This wasn't happening.
A demon hunter shouldn't have fallen for the Prince she was tasked with sending back to Tartus. But I did it anyway.
"Kill me."
My hand shook, and tears filled my vision. "I can't."
"Put me out of my misery." The pain filling his voice hit me in the gut, and I gasped out a sob.
"Bellamy—"
"It's the only way to stop this—" he said, pushing the blade into his skin. A bead of bright red blood ran down his neck.
"No!" I wrenched my hand away from him.
The gates of Hell could open up and swallow this world whole, and I still wouldn't be able to kill him. My feet uncoordinated, I stumbled away from him. My back hit the stone surrounding the portal. Even the air that circled around it was different. He advanced on me, trying to look like a threat, as if that would make me do it.
"You aren't dying by my hand," I told him. The tears had broken free and traveled down my face to drip freely from my chin. I let them because they weren't my weakness, they were my strength in this moment. For the first time in my life, I was picking myself. What I wanted mattered. Not what my family wanted for me, but what I actually wanted.
A soft smile crossed his face, revealing his canines. He was a part of my future, I knew it all the way down to my soul. He framed my face with his hands.
"This is the only way," he said.
Confusion filled me seconds before his teeth pierced my skin. Pain splintered my chest in half before fiery lust ripped through my veins, and the full extent of his incubus powers ran a hot path all the way to my toes. I held his head to my neck and moldedmy curves to his hard planes. Need, heady and prickly, shot straight to my core. A cry that wasn't my own echoed through the clearing before Bellamy was torn from my arms. My neck throbbed as I used the stones to hold myself upright. My body burned for him.
