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I don’t do anything; I don’t kiss back or fight him off because I know if I do either, Gabriel is dead or I'm left betraying the man I love.
What should I do?! What the fuck do I do?!
“Kazimir,” a woman’s whispery voice calls from behind him and his head snaps up towards the doorway. She walks inside, looks down at the scene in front of her, and shakes her head sadly. “So much for a Fated bond.”
With that, she walks out while Kazimir gets up from on top of me.
“Tell Gabriel what happened and both of you are dead,” he says, before stalking out of the room after the woman, who I assume is his Fated.
While I am left laying there frozen in place and violated, knowing that if I tell Gabriel right now, he will wage war on the council and get himself killed. But if I don’t tell him, I’ll be the only one to deal with this all alone.
Gabriel has sacrificed a lot for me. He’s always sacrificing himself for others. I don’t want him to die because of me; I don’t want Kazimir to harm him in any way. But I have a feeling Kazimir knows if Gabriel finds out about this, he’ll burn their empire to the ground.
I turn on my side and move closer to him, the shock slowly leaving my body, and in its place stood disgust. I couldn’t even move; he had me pinned in fear and I couldn’t even fucking move. I have to tell Gabriel about this, but after we leave this place. This is going to kill him when he finds out…
Will he see me in the same light, or as some whore who didn’t even bother to push her assailant away? Will he think I liked it? Will he want to touch me again after this? Kiss me again after this? Will he still love me?
The tears don’t come even as my heart slowly bends and breaks, knowing that I let another man touch me while the love of my life slept soundly next to me.
I still don't even know what Kazimir wanted; surely it couldn't just have been that? Why did he come in here and touch me? Is this all just a fucking game to him?
GABRIEL
“Are you sure you’re okay, love?” I ask Katherine for the fifth time since we left Blutholz Castle. She’s been quiet, and if there’s one thing I know about Katherine, it’s that she’s not a quiet person. Ever.
“I’m okay, I promise.” She sighs and hugs her coat closer to her body as she says, “I just want to get out of this country, I don’t ever want to come back here.”
“We won’t have to after you gave the coordinates and codes to Kazimir this morning. I doubt we’ll see the council any time soon.” I say, noticing how she flinches when I mention the Pureblood cunt’s name.
I get it. Most vampires would cower at Kazimir’s feet, but she stood her ground yesterday. Katherine is not weak, I know this, but I still want to protect her at all costs; even if she thinks she doesn’t need it.
Taking her hand in mine, I kiss the back of it and bring the car to a stop on the tarmac. “Let's go home,” I say, opening the door and leading her to the waiting jet.
We left the castle about three hours ago and have been driving ever since; the only difference this time is Katherine’s silence. Perhaps being here has taken its toll on her more than she’s letting on or perhaps I am expecting too much of her, even though she’s tough.
Oh. Perhaps it's because she’s a pregnant newborn?
We walk inside the jet, and I pull her onto my lap when we have our seats. She molds into my embrace, wrapping her arms around my neck and breathing in deeply. “I love you,” I murmur and kiss the side of her head.
I feel her smiling against my skin and hear her whisper that she loves me, too. It truly is odd seeing her so docile and quiet and, to be completely honest, it is bothering me to no end.
My Katherine is never docile - she is a whirlwind.
“Why am I pregnant if it has barely been a week?” she suddenly asks, leaning away from me.
I sigh. “That’s something I forgot to mention before our Entwining. Conception for Purebloods occurs an hour after mating - and how many times have we been intimate after I claimed you?”
“Oh, fuck,” she says with wide eyes, scoffing incredulously. “I guess that would make me knocked up, then.”
“I guess it would,” I say, chuckling and running a hand over her belly, but I notice the faraway look in her eyes. “How do you feel about that?”
She exhales and lightly shakes her head. “I don’t know if I’ll make the best mother, Gabriel,”
“Why would you say that?” I ask, frowning. “I wouldn’t have chosen a better woman to have my children. You’re brave, and tough, love fiercely and would protect those you love with all your strength. Not to mention that you’re caring and have saved me from death twice now.”
Her eyes brim with unshed crimson tears when I list all these qualities, but something tells me she’s not sold on them.
“None of those mean that I’ll be a wonderful mother,” she says, looking down at her hands, blinking, and allowing her tears to fall. “What if I don’t feel a connection to them? What if I don’t love them enough? What if I give them the wrong advice and they end up at the end of a stake or worse… end up like the Vasile twins?”
