“Okay,” I whisper.
“Begging and obedience in the same day. Sunshine, don’t make me make a fucking mess of myself again,” he says, his forehead resting against mine.
I glance down at his crotch, loving that I have the same power over him as he does over me, and bite my lip.
I’m not sure if I’ll always feel sexually charged or if it’s a matter of having his blood in my system, but something tells me it’s the former.
“I need to go,” I tell him, tugging away.
“Have Samantha take you home. Be safe.”
He kisses me on the forehead. I’m careful with the door as I open it, making sure none of the sun slips through, as I walk over to the SUV.
When I hop into the backseat, Samantha arches her brow at me in the mirror.
“You know everything?” she asks.
“Just about. At least I hope. I need you to take me home though.”
“For good?” she says, her concern for her sire written on her face.
I shake my head. “No, just for tonight.”
“Thank god, he’d be insufferable if you left,” she says, but deep down, I think her snark is actually relief that I’m not leaving Warin.
In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I have to find a way to make this work when his life is endless, and mine is not.
Chapter 27
Today was somehow one of the most horrifying yet gratifying days of my life. I feel complete, like Ember’s magical blood is coursing through my system, giving me a strength that I never imagined.
I wasn’t thrilled over the idea of her spending the full moon with her coven. But Betty will keep tabs on her, plus it’s for the best that she isn’t around while I do what needs to be done.
Since my retaliation could get me in trouble with the vampire council, I told Achille to bring our little problem to the bunker.
The sun hasn’t set yet, and Conner is attempting to get away from Achille as he drags him into the bunker.
“Get your fucking hands off of me, you fucking lap dog.”
His face is covered in one of our UV protectant balaclavas. I rip it off of his face before slapping him.
“That was a very unkind thing to say to Achille. He’s been nothing but kind to you, apologize,” I say, keeping my voice even.
“You’re nothing. You’re fucking ruining the nest, everything Oz built. Treating that witch like she’s meaningful to you. She should be dead or drained of her blood. You’re fucking pathetic?—”
Before he can continue spitting vitriol, I grab the stake I had Samantha retrieve, the one that nearly took my life and my witch’s, the one Conner stole from my office. Then I promptly shove it in his stomach, knowing it won’t kill him immediately.
I push it so far into his gut, the moment the tip pops through his back has me smiling.
He collapses to the floor, and I no longer need Achille to hold him, knowing he isn’t going anywhere.
Conner whines in pain, bleeding from his stomach as I grab his chin.
“I thought Oz was special too, once upon a time. Then I learned what an insecure, irrational, psycho he is. You’re young, it’s not a surprise you worshiped him, but fuck he’s only been rendered ash for a little over a week. You’ve already made such a critical assessment of my leadership abilities?”
“You…you…c-could never b-be him,” he stutters out in pain, trying to pull the stake from his gut.
“Pesky little bitch, that stake is. You’d need someone who isn’t a vampire to pull it out. Don’t see any of those around, do you, Achille?”
