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She could kill me, and I know that, but the bond of two mates can’t be altered or control. It is fate in its truest form.

I was made to be hers, topleaseher.

“Where did you learn to do that?” She asks, her voice cracking.

Ever so gently, I close her legs, draping her silk fabric over her intimates. My hands stay connected to her skin, rubbing from her knee to her ankle. “I didn’t.”

She cracks one eye open, glancing at me dazedly. “Are you telling me this was a first for you?”

Her hand is draped over her stomach, and I snatch it, placing a kiss on the back of it. I can’t get enough of her touch, nor the scent wafting from her pores. “You’re a first for me, Thea.”

She rolls her shoulders, relaxing further. “Not sure if you’re lying or not.” Her eyes shut, staying closed this time. “Do orgasms make humans sleepy?” she whispers.

I don’t have an answer for her question. “Perhaps.”

Soon, the rise and fall of her chest slows. Her mouth relaxes, parting as she sleeps. I watch her, the glow of the fire breathing over her skin as it blazes beside us.

One day was all it took for me to become someone new.

Despite all the terrible, wretched things I did as a monster, I’ve been given a new chance. Thea, in all her marvelous glory, is a Queen. She has enough power to bring a maddened dhampir to their knees, and yet a glistening dribble of drool seeps from her mouth as she sleeps.

She is strong, but not invincible.

She is The Light, but she’s still human.

I trail one of my fingers over her plush cheek, burning the smooth texture to memory.

Thea needs me to be strong for her. To be in control.

After I’m sure she’s deep in her dreamland, I rise, slinking out of our naturally made shelter.

Crossing the threshold of leaves feels like passing through a portal. Whereas inside it was warm and filled with energetic light, outside it is the same dreary landscape I woke up in.

There are noises I could tune out near the fire, but now are a nuisance to my sensitive ears. Insects chirp in sync, acting as the heartbeat of the forest. The treetops sway, their leaves scraping against one another. There is life in every corner, every crevice.

A twig snaps somewhere deep within the woods, launching my hunt. I leap into the thicket, careful to keep my steps light to not wake my mate. Once I’m sure she’s out of earshot, I take a more aggressive approach to the hunt, slinging myself between logs and boulders as I gain on the prey.

It’s small and haired, its long ears raised on high alert. The creature is easy to catch up to, and soon I’m running alongside it, watching as its beady eyes move frantically over the terrain, searching for a way out.

There isn’t one.

As to not prolong its suffering, I snatch it mid leap, twisting the delicate beasts’ neck with the twist of my wrist.

The struggle ends with silence, and for a moment, I wish I could reverse the damage. The wide, empty eyes gazing at nothing remind me of the excitement that would be in Thea’s if she were to catch this furry ball. If she could see me now, what would she think? Me, a dhampir, killing for nothing more than insurance.

I’m not hungry; not after gorging myself like a crazed madman for the last year. This tiny beast should be alive and kicking. Now, thanks to my hands around its neck, it isn’t.

My mind wars between logic and my conscience as I lazily trek back to camp.

I’m a risk to Thea if I get sick again. If I allow myself to become complacent, I could slip into that terrible half-madness, barely aware of the transition between my tainted form and this clean one until it’s too late.

Thea trusts me now. She wouldn’t notice if I became the monster again, and I could harm her.

Killher.

Wincing, I lift the beast to my lips, biting into the furred skin. If this is a waste of blood, then so be it.

Better to be safe than ruined.

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