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Except the prince and House Bronson were doing it and getting away with it.
I am now a piece of you and will always be a part of you. You cannot get rid of me, no matter how hard you try. You are to preserve the knowledge within you and put it to good use. You cannot tell anyone, but if you must, you have to make sure it serves a purpose, too, otherwise, my death will be in vain.
She looked up into gray orbs expressing fear for her life—and Winter didn’t have it in her to lie to his face about this anymore.
“Everything I know is from a pixie. She transferred all her knowledge to me before her spiritual death, and gave me the gift of reading people.”
His eyes widened a fraction, but that was it. There was no gleam of excitement as only that fear danced.
“Tell me how to make it better.”
The demand fought with the voice—no, voices now—and she couldn’t think on her own.
“Hold me. Take me…”
Take her where?
Hands took her and carried her. A body pressed against her, holding her close.
The Wasteland is an island where all other rejects from all other islands are deposited. It is a dangerous land filled with treacherous terrains, weather, and creatures, but it is nothing compared to Hellhole or the Underworld…
Be careful of Fae and witches. And warlocks. Don’t make deals unless necessary, but never make deals with Fae. And do not ever let a vampire feed on you and take away your soul…
Winter lost consciousness to the voices trying to tell her everything that she already knew.
Chapter 6
He woke up in increments after a night of dreamless sleeping, which felt heavier than any other sleep he had in the past few days—an oddity because Nate hadn’t been sleeping well with all the problems that had been materializing before him. This strangeness stuck in his mind for a while as he glimpsed the light from the window first, reminding him that he hadn’t closed the curtain in the room. His throat was dry with thirst, another reminder that he hadn’t fed in a while and needed to get some blood soon. Then the lump on his bed came into focus, and so did everything else that had led to this.
“Winter?”
Silence met his question. Belatedly, it sank in that despite the cover he had very carefully placed over her last night, half of it had still come down and her arms were very visible. So were her shoulders, smoother than silk and golden in the light that touched her. So were her arms, one wrapped tight around his waist as the rest of her was pressed into him like a pillow.
The crown of her head was tangled, and her hair splayed in all directions. He scented sweat from all her shivering last night as she had made another confession: that the voice in her head was going crazy, multiplying, and driving her insane to the point that all she could do was shake. He didn’t know much about pixies, but one thing he did know was that they were rare, vicious, and the type of creature one went to whenever one needed answers to their questions. They were also hard to find, nowhere and anywhere at once.
She transferred all her knowledge to me before her spiritual death and gave me the gift of reading people.
What kind of pixie would throw all that knowledge to hell and put that burden on a human?
He shook it off, not wanting to think about it now. He tried to push her slightly, but Winter looked so cozy in his arms and refused to budge.
“Winter, wake up.”
There was some stirring, then parts of her body moving…like her hand, coasting up to rest on his stomach. The warmth of her palm jolted before it was gone as she moved once more as if trying to find a more comfortable position. Seconds later, his head ended up somewhere between her neck and her chest, the latter still covered by the sheets but unable to hide the outline of the firm, peach-like tits, and tiny, pointed nipples. Her neck was bare, smoother than her shoulders, and unguarded.
Hunger punched him in every muscle, the scent of her blood last night still crystal clear in his senses. But it wasn’t just his fangs that itched as his cock reacted, too, hardening eagerly and jutting up. His mouth watered, wanting to suck on her neck…on those ripe tits. An alarm rang that her hand was fluttering lower and would be on that cock soon, and he didn’t have it in him to fight her if it was already there.
She is under your contract. She is helpless to your authority.
“Winter,” he called out, sharper than usual.
Her hand stilled. Her head tilted down as her eyelids fluttered open, revealing those icy blue irises still trapped in the vestiges of slumber. The cloudy effect felt like another punch, but also a pull that he was falling into. Then they blinked, and the moment was gone as Winter became truly awake and snapped into movement.
He held her before she could hurt herself, then firmly tucked the blanket more securely around her when she froze. Side by side, they were more aligned to look each other in the eye.
“You undressed under the blanket while you were fighting off your pixie demon. You asked me to hold you after, and we fell asleep. I just woke up, too.”
Her mouth opened, then closed. Pink bloomed on her cheeks and spread down her neck until she was flushing all over.
