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My bloodlust had subsided, and a wave of remorse washed over me as I watched Alice’s eyes roll into the back of her head. I’d taken too much of her blood.
Her breathing was shallow, her body weak from the savagery of our encounter. I knew I had to act quickly if I was to save her from the brink of death.
I slapped her across the face once, then twice, but it wasn’t enough to stop her from drifting off. Her head merely flopped to the side, a faint grin lingering on her soft mouth.
Wherever Alice was headed, it was impossible for me to know.
Heaven?
Hell?
Somewhere in between?
And I’d sent her there.
After centuries of carefully managing my most primal desire...she’d borne the full brunt of my thirst, my hunger. In return, I had pushed her too far.
One look at her bruised and bloody body made me realize how grave of a mistake I’d just made.
I’d broken in plenty of Alices, but I’d never fucked one of them to death.
I pulled my cock out of her wet warmth and fastened my trousers, then lifted her into my arms.
Thanks to my heightened speed, nobody saw me enter the White Queen’s castle. Nobody besides Her Majesty knew which chambers were mine and mine alone.
I debated whether or not to bring Alice to Queen Amari for a blood transfusion, then immediately talked myself out of it. The White Queen, my sovereign, my savior from the abyss of my own damnation, could never know of this betrayal.
For centuries, she had entrusted me with the sacred duty of training all of her Alices. She summoned them, these innocent young beacons of hope, to save our Wonderland from the clutches of her sister, the Red Queen. And I, in one moment of unbridled weakness, had not only fucked one, but possibly killed one.
The one that might matter the most.
The valiant knight in me, the one bound by honor and duty, was racked with guilt. I’d not only failed my queen, but I’d also failed this Alice...the very soul I was sworn to protect and prepare for the coming battle.
But the hunter in me, the one bound by insatiable thirst and the thrill of the hunt, of the chase, of the kill, was pleased by his conquest. I’d surrendered to my true nature, unable to resist the call of her flesh, the taste of her blood. She was simply too fresh and intoxicating.
My footsteps echoed softly against the cold stone floor as I carried the limp body of my young apprentice down to my silent, nearly pitch-black chambers. Situated deep in the bowels of the White Queen’s ancient fortress, it was free from any chance of sunlight or prying eyes. The guards had long ago abandoned their patrols of this section of the castle.
Not even the voyeuristic Cheshire Cat knew how to find my lair, and that was saying something.
Knowing that Alice’s treatment and recovery would be more effective if her body was warm, I brought her over to my bed and peeled off the bloody shreds of fabric that remained of her clothing.
A product of her imagination, the garments disappeared the moment they touched the floor. I quickly buried her under the covers, tucking the blankets underneath her blood-stained chin. My shoulders fell with a sigh as I considered how small she looked in comparison to the size of my large four-poster bed.
It was only then that my eyes widened in sober acknowledgment of what I’d truly done to this young woman.
As she lay unconscious and naked in my bed, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of guilt and lingering desire. The room was dimly lit by the flickering glow of a single torch, casting shadows that danced across her beautiful face.
She looked like a broken doll lying there, savaged by an unholy beast. Her skin was pale and her breathing was barely audible.
There was no time to waste.
I quickly conjured a hearty blaze in the fireplace, then went to the wooden cabinet where I kept my collection of potions and elixirs. My hands trembled slightly as I picked up a small vial filled with shimmering liquid—Timekeeper’s Tonic.
A rare and potent brew, it was known among the best healers in Wonderland—healers like Queen Amari—for its ability to accelerate recovery from sickness or injury. It also gave the body the strength it needed to do recover when time was of the essence. I always carried it with me to every battlefield I’d ever fought on, here in Wonderland.
If anything was going to pull Alice back from the brink of death, it was this tonic.
As if I didn’t already feel guilty enough for my sins of overindulgence, I had to sit with them until I’d brewed a pot of tea and steeped the tonic long enough. Heat was known to make the magic more potent.
