I’d never shied away from using them, but the ones that surrounded her were not ones I’d ever seen before.
The lust hovered in the air, and the scent of her was pungent with death.
Nothing quelled the desire she truly had. It never would
The cold sheen of sweat on her skin smelled faintly of lust, and I hated it.
The human medics said it was a heart attack.
A twenty-one year old woman with no prior history of ill health, too worked up. I understood in that moment what the medics could not, and would never understand.
That I did this, I was the root cause.
We’d been separated for a month, and out of the blue she’d called me.
I shouldn’t have picked the phone up, but I was lonely, too. I’d spent half a year with the woman, thought she might actually be the one for me, someone who I could truly let my guard down with.
But then everything had gone to shit when I found out I wasn’t her only one, and my power was too much for her.
It ruined her heart, her mind, and her body. Changed her. I was lonely, and I missed her... but it wasn’t entirely her that I missed, and I felt guilty about that. I missed being wanted, needed by someone I thought cared about me until I realized she didn’t. And she had been too desperate for a relief that would never come again, because I’d put an end to our arrangement, because nothing would sate the hunger, the addiction she’d developed.
Because of me and what I am.
Violet’s skin was wet, cold, but her pulse was still strong. I told myself to focus on that, but the memories just kept coming, as if they were trying to take me down with her. I sent another shock of flame into her system, her heartbeat beneath my palm, steady.
I’m so sorry, I said, watching as the medics took Anne off in their ambulance.
Dead on arrival.
Had I been there a moment sooner maybe, just maybe...
“Violet, wake the fuck up!” I cried.
And all at once, it was like the Gods heard me, for Violet opened her mouth, gasping for air. Her fingers found my arm, nails sinking into my flesh to ground herself, and I felt a wave of relief overcome me, moisture prickling my eyes.
She’s alive. She’s alive.
“My spark—”
“Oh, Violet, thank God you’re—” Norman said, Wanda hovering between us now as we all stared down at Violet in my arms.
Her bright blue eyes searched mine, glowing with an aqua shimmer that instantly flooded my body with relief. It was like she didn’t evensee them.
She was alive. But she was not safe, not as long as we were in this cursed forest, as long as Wanda and Norman were staring at me like I was a damn murderer, like I was somehow the one responsible for this...
“What the hell?” Norman said as he jumped back, and I noticed the ground was... growing.
Vines spread out all around us, little tiny flowers in pink and purple popping up out of nowhere.
The vines pushed them back, surrounding just Violet and I in a sea of wildflowers as lightning flashed, the trees and flora glowing like they too, had been struck and revitalized.
Her gaze was hazy as she reached her hand up, her fingertips grazing over my cheek, lazily traipsing over my lips as she fought to catch her breath.
“It’s all right, you’re all right,” I said, my own voice betraying me as I combated my own demons.
The urge to take her palm and lay my lips to it was fierce, but I could barely process everything that was happening around me, let alone in front of me. I only knew that time stood still when I looked at her, and we needed to move. We needed to get to safety.
The rain fell harder, but it was no longer as cold as it once was. My skin sizzled as the water hit it, my heat flaring as I stared down at the beautiful woman in my arms. Her sweet scent filled my senses, and I could smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal once more, slick and sweet. It stirred my own desires, my cock awakening once more, but I tried to fight it. Now was certainly not the time, not when we were in the middle of a cursed forest come alive, a thunderstorm in a world off the beaten path from the Academy.
