I just need to see her face for a minute, and then I'll go back to our cottage.
I peer through the window, and my heart drops.
She’s in his bedroom, and she’s?—
No.
She’s touching him.
My hands curl into fists against the windowsill.
He's bound with the same vines he used at that circle back in the woods. They’re wrapped around his wrists, pulling his arms back to his antlers. His legs are spread wide, tied to the bedposts.
What the fuck is happening?
She crawls between his legs, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach, then slowly back up his body, licking those disgusting animal fangs.
I should be the one she’s touching—the one she's worshipping, not him.
She sinks lower. My stomach turns violently, and bile burns its way up my throat.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, and when I open them again, she's still there—kneeling for him, touching him like he's something precious.
He arches beneath her, head thrown back, mouth open as a snarl rips out of him. His whole body strains against the bindings.
This is who she's gentle for? He's a fucking monster.
The way she smiles up at him, like she's proud of what she's doing. That sweet smile was never meant for a creature like him. My chest throbs, like something is being peeled away layer by layer. I press the mic harder against the glass, white knuckling my grip, like it’ll change what’s happening on the other side of the window.
Her mouth wraps around his cock, and I fucking choke. She doesn't stop until he’s filling her mouth with his filthy beast seed.
His roar shakes the cabin to its foundation. His body jerks, and his head slams back into the wall as if he's lost all sense of himself. She swallows everything he gives her. Her eyes go hazy.
The vines snap, his hands come free, and he hauls her up against his chest and kisses her frantically.
I sag against the wall, breath coming too fast, vision tunneling.
She's only doing this because of whatever weird, alien shit he pumps into her. I've been watching long enough to understand.
It's a trick, not a bond. Why can't she see that?
He's corrupted her, confused her. Convinced her that she belongs to him when every cell in my body screams that she's mine.
“I'll fix this, Lumi,” I whisper, even though she can't hear me. My hand drifts to my backpack, fingers curling around the strap.
Bonds can be broken, Andrik. And voices... can be borrowed.
She trusts him now—which means she'll trust the sound of his voice coming from the dark.
I'll show her how much better I can love her.
She'll see. She'll finally see.
I pull away from the window and step back into the snow.
I don’t feel angry anymore. I feel focused. I've just gotta grab a few things, and I'll be back.
Soon you'll understand that you were always meant to be mine, Lumi.
