I don’t want to be bound to someone like him, I said, a shiver running down my spine.
No. You won’t. You have to bite him back to complete the bond. If you never bite him, the bond will never be sealed.
I let out a slow breath.
Relief washed through me.
Finally, I had a choice in something.
Chapter 23
Blaidd
Everything was dull. No amount of money or sadistic indulgence could drag the boredom away. I’d tried.
My home felt empty—carved out, a hollow shell filled with modern amenities that meant nothing.
Again and again, Lielit’s memory corrupted me.
I knew it was time to go back when I realised I was parking outside her parents’house every night after work.
Fenrir remained distant. I was lucky to get a grunt from him now and then.
The guards stayed on the mainland. I took only the housekeeper and the cook.
More importantly, they were women.
As soon as the helicopter touched down on the pad, I jumped out, staring over my dominion.
Lielit’s prison.
I ignored the heat coiling in my belly and Fenrir stirring in my chest. By the time I reached the house, the helicopter was already lifting off—banking away, flying back to base.
I tried the front door, but it was locked.
Did she think she could lock me out?
I shoved my hand into my pocket and grabbed the keys. When I tried to turn the lock, it wouldn’t budge.
I sighed. She must have left the key in the door.
I dragged my case around to the back of the house. The back door opened without issue.
I stepped inside and paused in the kitchen.
“What the fuck?” I muttered.
The entire kitchen was filthy. Mould-covered dishes. Sour milk left out on the counter. Pots and pans scattered everywhere.
And yet—beneath the stench—I could still smell her.
I shook my head and moved quickly out of the kitchen and into the hallway.
I glanced around.
A canvas hung crooked on the wall. The black-and-gold ceramic sculpture lay on its side. I bent to right it—and noticed the clock.
I checked my watch and pressed my lips together.
