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Tainted.
Oh, how I hated myself after that. Tortured and tormented, I cried and railed, scratched my arms until one of my bodyguards – Lucas, then – bound my hands in gloves I could not take off, and reported my transgression.
After that, a manicurist came every week to trim my nails.
It took a year to earn the right to be alone, ungloved.
In service to my mission, there's a certain kind of confession that must be made no matter what. It's one I've never had to engage in.
Any sexual thought about another person is to be revealed immediately -- with harsh consequences. The manual calls it The Lashing.
I have never experienced it, and I never intend to.
But I never intended to meet Cam.
“Cam,” I murmur, a delicious thrill racing across my skin, grief roaring like a sneaker wave on the shore. Strange how the man in that car we hit looked like him. I must be so desperate I’m inventing sightings, so far from where we were before.
I’ll never see him again. Never.
Never is forever.
My heart feels like it is splitting in two, my ribs howling with mourning.
I focus on thinking about my wedding. I will see my mother and father again. I will meet my husband. He will look at me with love in his eyes. He will take my hands and smile at me, and the air will change.
Lightness will fill my body as my destiny comes to a closure and a new era in my life – in the history of the world – will begin.
All of this waiting will be worth it.
Everyone who loves me will be there, and everyone I love will be there, too.
Cam, the temptress whispers in my mind. Cam.
Arousal pours through me, turning the pearl between my legs into a throbbing, needy spot that wants Cam’s fingers there. His tongue. His naked body above me, over me, touching me, exploring me, making me know carnal things only my husband should teach me.
I imagine his rough hands, forcing my legs open, one sliding up to my throat, his thumb pressing too hard for long enough to hear my deep moan, his other hand doing unspeakable -
“No,” I hiss, pounding my fists into my upper thighs. “No!”
I love my husband already. The prophecy says so.
I obey the prophecy, for I am the prophecy. All souls will perish in hell if I do not fulfill my destiny. A silly physical whim is no match for saving the world.
I cannot be weak.
I've been told I will go to a special island where waterfalls and lush greenery feel like the Garden of Eden.
Without the evil, of course. It would be silly to devote my entire life to a destiny that had even a shred of evil in it.
My parents would never—no. I stop myself from that kind of thinking. It's exactly why they give me the mantra.
I am here to serve others…I am here to serve others…I am here to serve others.
The red light finishes, the change in color behind my eyes making it clear. I take the eye coverings off, stretching tall, blood pumping through my body, the pulse between my legs, my skin wanting nothing more than him.
“Cam,” I whisper again.
It feels good to feel my fingers warm. My calves tighten and then go loose. I'm to stretch for two minutes. This is what the manual says. I follow all the rules. Always.
