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Was it because he loved her? Was he determined for them to be together after all that had happened? Or was it simply the curse that made him cling to her resurrection. I knew the crystal held nothing; it was nothing but a fake talisman. I could never tell him, but if the witch got a hold of it, she would certainly know.
I wondered if her blood tasted the same as Lilith’s, like sunshine and flowers, with the same effect. I had to keep her from bringing Lilith back, and the only way I knew how to do that was to take her life myself.
I quietly shut the door behind me, looking down the cold hallways on both sides. Charles’ room was the second largest to Domenico’s, the spoiled boy who was treated like family but didn’t deserve it. Domenico had weak spots, and one of them was the boy—the other was Melody. If she wasn’t turned, I would have killed her long ago. Hell, she should’ve been killed right alongside her parents for betraying us. Humans had a hard time with the information that Vampires and monsters existed.
I had never dared to travel the hidden halls that Domenico thought I knew nothing of.
I mustered up the courage, taking a deep breath and delving into the hidden, shadowed hallways.
I found Charles room, locked from the outside, and stood there for a moment, puzzled.
Why would Domenico lock him up? Unless he felt that he couldn’t trust him suddenly, and for what reason would that be?
I had seen how attached he was to the girl he brought with him, which was never a part of the plan. He was ordered to find the witch and bring her here, but he ended up bringing a girl as well, an unforeseen twist for Domenico. That must be why—the girl.
I pushed my nose to the crack of the doorway, and I cansmellher. The witch was inside. Her scent strong like patchouli, but soft notes of vanilla laced through it. I began to salivate and decide that I must come up with a plan to lure her out. But how? I had no power here, not without Domenico.
I knew of his plans to bring her to Melody, so that would have to be when.
It took many years of practice, trying to learn the magic of a witch. But with Freyja taken from her cabin, I was unsure of its hold.
I must keep my very own untapped blood bag, full of sunshine and promise forever.
26
FREYJA
“Fuck!” I cursed, as Domenico locked us inside the room. I had managed to escape, only to be caught again. How could I be so stupid?
“Freyja.”
It’s then that I saw my sweet Charity’s soft eyes, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me to her and burying her face in my hair.
“Sweet pet…” I felt warm tears prick my eyes, and I embraced her again, running my hands down her back to cup her ass.
I travelled my hands back up toward her shoulders, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her pouty lips. The kiss was electric, soft and lazy, as if she wanted to savor the moment forever. Our mouths entwined, we kissed until we are both pink cheeked and breathing heavily.
I felt Charles grab for my hand, and I jerked it away as I wrapped my other arm around Charity’s waist, pulling her away from him, “You.”
At first he seemed confused, but clarity washed over his face as he registered my anger.
This was all Charle’s fault. We were here because of him, and Charity was none the wiser.
I felt my fangs extend, and every bone in my body wanted to shred him to pieces right there.
“Please, let me explain.”
“There isnothingto explain. You lied to us both.” I looked down over Charity and her eyes are down casted to the floor. I used my index finger placed under her chin to pull her face to mine. “You see? He is guilty.”
Her eyelashes fanned against her cheeks, and a single tear slid down her face. I cannot imagine what she was feeling—witches, vampires and wolf-men, a prisoner trapped inside a castle. I doubted she had ever made it past her humble home in Bethlehem, and with all this new information, she could only be terrified.
I pulled her to me, kissing her cheeks and stroking her hair. I wanted to make her feel safe again so badly, and the only way I knew how involved a lot less clothing and the use of my hands and my tongue.
“Kneel, pet.”
She did as she’s told but sat back on her heels and leaning her head against my bare thigh.
I stroked her hair gently, admonishing her with a few, ‘good girl, it will all be ok.’
