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Cinderella lets out a dry little laugh. “Oh, she can’t hear you. In fact, she’ll never hear you again. You made sure of that.”
Something stills in the surrounding air, and everything in the room goes quiet, even the draft.
It’s something I first experienced immediately after I Turned, the ability to lock onto one sound, one source, and block out all the rest.
It’s the sound of Blaise’s pulse beating excitedly against the parasite’s flesh.
It’s the scent of her blood. Blaise’s blood, not the parasite’s.
The question slips from my mouth. “What did you do?”
She grins, as if she’s been holding herself back for the perfect opportunity to divulge this information. “Oh, it’s not what I did. It’s what you did. You see, the night of our first little rendezvous, I told you I needed you to do something for me. The first time you attempted it, you failed drastically, probably because you thought you could get away with not using Blaise’s blood”—Blaise, convulsing, foam gushing from her lips—“but this time, you seem to have finally gotten it right. I shouldn’t be surprised that you forgot what you were doing; I’m the one who told you to forget, after all. But, my dear Nox, you don’t have to be afraid. I can let you see her again if you wish. I can make you believe I’m her, if that’s what you crave. If that would make this a more pleasurable experience for you.”
Bile stings at the back of my tongue and crawls up my throat. “What did you do?”
It doesn’t matter that the world goes quiet, that my predator instincts choose to disregard her voice as she answers. That they deem her as nothing compared to the details I now seek within the room.
Runes—a sickle and a bundle of bound flax. Severing then binding. A knot in a fraying thread. Binding and severing.
A full moon, used for binding the parasite.
Flaxseed, born from the soil of the Rip itself.
Blood, the most potent binding agent of all.
It explains why I completed the ritual perfectly, and yet Blaise is not here. Blaise is not free.
Because I wasn’t freeing Blaise at all.
I was trapping her. Severing the shackles that bound the parasite to the moon, binding the parasite to Blaise’s body, so that it might take control of her as it wished.
I took the reins from Blaise’s curled fingertips and handed them straight to the parasite.
“No.” It’s a whisper, a plea, but I’ve no idea who it’s directed toward.
But then my hands, my arms, are moving of their own accord, and I wonder if when I drowned out the sound of the parasite’s voice, I missed her giving me a command. If I missed her telling me to take her into my arms and kiss her. Because that’s where my hands are currently headed, to cup the back of her head and sweep her up.
I feel as though I’ll lose the contents of my stomach.
But something’s wrong. Confusion warps Cinderella’s porcelain face, and she says something about not telling me I could move, but I’m not really—not of my own volition at least.
It’s as if Cinderella is controlling me, but she clearly is not.
My palms brush against the warm skin of her neck, my thumbs caressing the underside of her chin.
Cinderella shudders in pleasure, but then her eyes go wide and lock onto mine.
There’s terror in them.
We both realize what is happening.
We’re both too late.
Because it’s Blaise’s blood I scent as Cinderella’s heart races in panic, Blaise’s blood that runs through Cinderella’s veins, that leaves the taste of jasmine and vanilla on my memory.
Blaise’s blood that commands me through the bloodsharing ritual.
Blaise’s voice in my ear.
