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“Physically, your body will never tire,” I explained. “However, your mind can feel…overwhelmed.”
“So, it’s my brain that’s feeling tired, not the rest of me?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“It’s not because I haven’t…uhm, really eaten?”
“But you did,” I reminded her. “You fed from me, and you can keep feeding from me until you’re ready, Mora.”
“Why was the blood so dark?” she asked, ignoring my offer.
“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “I think it’s just another thing that’s different because of you and what you are.”
“So, there’s no real point in asking you anything,” she snapped. “Since no one knows what I am, what’s the point, right?”
I stepped forward, grabbing her by the arm. “Hey,” I snapped back. “You’re not in this alone, Mora. I’m here with you.”
“Because you have no choice!” she yelled, yanking herself out of my grip, and she’d done it so effortlessly that there was no doubt which one of us was the strongest.
“I’m not going to spend the rest of our lives arguing about the damn prophecy, Mora,” I told her, taking a calming breath. “I’m sorry if you grew up wanting Prince Charming, because that’s not what you have and it’s not what you’re going to ever have. No matter what, this is your life now. This is you.”
Then she asked something that nearly drove me to my knees. “Even if the sun can’t kill me, it stands to reason that a decapitation still can, right?”
Suicide.
“You’d do that to me?” I asked, my voice harsh with a possibility that none of us had ever considered. “Knowing what your death would do to me, you’d still do it?”
Her silver eyes didn’t flinch when she said, “I don’t owe you anything, Kalon. I don’t owe any of you anything. The only people in this world that I owe are my parents and Zaire.”
Calling her bluff, I said, “If that’s what you want, I’ll do it as soon as the sun comes up.”
“Why wait until the sun comes up?”
“So that I can walk out into it as soon as you’re dead,” I told her. “If you think that I’m going to spend even one second experiencing the agonizing loss of your life, you’re wrong. I’d rather let the sun kill me. That agony will only last a few minutes, not the rest of my fucking life.”
Her chin came up, and in this moment, staring into her silver eyes, I felt sorry for anyone that came for her. Whatever Mora was before she’d been turned, her newfound power was growing more and more with each breath that she took. Phaeron was right when he’d said that it wasn’t going to be enough just to claim her. He’d said that Mora was going to have towantto be with me, or else I’d have one hell of a fight on my hands, and I could see that now.
“And what about earlier?” I asked.
“What about earlier?”
“Are you seriously going to stand there and tell me that you felt nothing when I was deep inside you?” I challenged. “Are you going to tell me that you didn’t feel everything just as intensely as I did?”
“Again, that’s just the prophecy at work,” she replied, and I couldn’t believe how much I hated hearing her attribute everything between us to that goddamn prophecy, even if it were true.
“Even if it is, are you telling me that death is preferable to what we shared?”
“I’m telling you that I don’t like having no control over my life,” she practically hissed. “I’m telling you that I don’t like not knowing what’s expected of me. I’m telling you that I don’t like how you took away my chance at happiness.” Mora straightened her back. “Even though I’m confused and still trying to process all that’s happened, that doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten who’s to blame for this, Kalon.”
I had my hand wrapped around her neck, my eyes glaring down at her, before she knew it. “And don’t forget that I’ve been watching you since the day you were born,” I reminded her. “Foryou, what you’re feeling might be all about the prophecy. Foryou, this might all be about what I did to you. However,for me, this is all about knowing you better than you know yourself and being in love with everything that I know about you. I’ve loved you for fuckingyears, Mora. Centuries, even.”
Mora started shaking her head. “You can’t…you can’t love me.”
“Why? Because I’m a vampire? Because I don’t have a traditional heart? Because my soul was sold to Satan centuries ago?” I tightened my hand around her neck. “Why can’t I love you, Mora? Why can’t vampires love? Why can’t I want you like that? Feel for you like that?”
“I…I don’t know,” she stammered. “I just…because-”
“Because your mind still thinks that we’re not real,” I said, cutting her off. “But, oh, baby, we are.”
