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Knight approaches me slowly, his eyes wild and hard and he pins them on me.

It's odd, how fucking terrifying and vengeful he looks in this moment, yet his touch when he grips my fingers and pulls them up to his lips is so damn gentle my body melts in his brother’s hold.

He looks to my palm, the one that isn’t cut and then back at me. “You gave him your blood, so I will drain his body of every ounce so that no part of you lives within him, and then I will break every bone in his body that is still intact. I won’t allow him to be healed until he’s spent the night hanging in the air for all to see as a warning of what happens when someone fucks with what’s mine.”

He presses closer to me, ignoring his brother's arms wrapped around me completely and then his teeth are bared and I watch, transfixed as his canines descend into sharp fangs.

I gasp, yet my toes curl in my shoes.

And then, so swift I don’t see it coming, he sinks his teeth into my palm, bitingso hard I feel the vibration of my bone meeting his teeth.

I cry out in pain, but he growls so deep around me, his eyes turning white as he sucks from my open flesh. He releases me just as fast, licking across my skin as his mouth drips with my blood.

“Take her back to her room and lock her in there.”

“What—”

I'm thrown over Legend’s shoulder in the next second, kicking and screaming but it’s to no avail. What feels like seconds later, I'm tossed through my room door, my ass hitting the floor with a hard thump.

Legend glares down at me in disappointment. “You could have died.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t,” I snap back.

He scoffs, shaking his head and when he speaks it's in warning, “Be careful, London … or you will.” He slams the fucking door.

Throwing myself back on the carpet, I glare at the galaxy above.

“Fuck my life!”

Eighteen

Knight

Why the fuckdid I bite her last night?

My body had just settled the slightest bit, the desperation for the taste of her tampered down by the earlier kill of the fucking runner, but then I smelled him on her. Smelled him on her.

I fucking snapped.

And now?

Now her blood runs through me once more, and my every fucking nerve ending is on fire.

I have no idea what this chick, Ophira, is saying, but if the golden snake around her neck keeps hissing at me, I’m going to eat him for fucking lunch. All I can think about is London.

I taste her every time I move my tongue, smell her every time I take a breath.

This courtship is such bullshit. I have no idea who I’m going to pick, but much to my mother's pleasure it will likely be the new girl.

She’s Stygian, came from one of our own. It’s the cleanest.

Definitely not gonna be this chick. Ain’t no way this snake is sleeping near my cock at night, so it’s with that thought I stand from the table.

Her golden eyes lift to mine, a slight frown building along her brow. It only takes her a second to realize what’s coming, and her eyes begin to swirl.

“You will not be the Queen of—”

I don’t get the last word out before the snake has released her throat and she inhales what seems like her first full breath, and when she speaks, her tone is like an exotic whisper that electrifies me. “My Lord, come to me.”

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