It feels good.
Good, like it always has when he bites you, and you moan in spite of yourself.
He growls against you, pressing his mouth harder to your neck.
“Human,” he mutters as he pulls away, propping himself up on one hand. His voice is low and rough as he swears, “Dammit, human. I’m trying to save your damn life, and now all I want is to do more dirty things to you—”
“You did.You saved me,” you whisper, the heavy darkness still pulling you back.
He laughs again, but it’s a cold, angry sound. “That bastard. If he wasn’t already dead, I’d hunt him down and kill him again.”
Dead?
Vincentius is dead?
You feel numb, that darkness still dulling your senses, though now it feels different. Less dangerous.
Now you’re only tired.
Like you could sleep for a week.
“I was…I was trying to pay my rent,” you whisper weakly as your head drifts back into the pillow.
That’s the last thing you remember before a heavy sleep pulls you under.
Ziros
Damn poison.
It’s making my head spin, and I grip the mattress above her head, breathing hard.
What the hell is she saying?
She went to that damn hellhole because she wanted to pay her rent?
Are things that dire in the modern era?
Maybe they’ve always been that dire, and I’m just an idiot.
I feel like the biggest idiot in the world.
I thought leaving would protect her.
I thought I needed to be far away.
And I do.
I’m still unstable.
But she needed me, and I was gone, and I almost didn’t make it back in time.
I want to punch something.
This is all my fault.
All my damn fault.
“Human,” I growl against her ear, but she’s already fast asleep, her breathing steady and rhythmic. “Don’t you dare do something so dangerous ever again.” I pause, knowing I shouldn’t. Knowing I left her. But the poison is making me drunk, and I can’t help it.
