I attempt to buck him off, using every move that I know. Sobek looks rested, however, energized by his fresh feeding on my friend, while I have been running for hours, while bleeding out.
I haven’t eaten or drunk for days.
I headbutt Sobek, instead, using my mask as a weapon.
Sobek hisses in pain, burned by the silver. He backhands me across the mouth.
My lip busts. So, I spit out the mouthful of blood into Sobek’s shocked face.
It’s the most fitting memorial for Barnabas that I can think of.
“Will people stop spitting on me?” Sobek roars.
“Only if you stop tearing out their throats.” I bare my blood-soaked teeth. “Deal?”
Sobek backhands me again.
Worth it.
I’d rather be unconscious when he bites me. I don’t want to feel the way that he sinks his teeth through my skin, followed by the violation of him drinking from me.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I slur. “You hit like a knotless Alpha…wait, that’s your brother, aye?”
This time, my jaw cracks.
Is that my ears ringing?
Why are the stars dancing?
What’s happening?
Where’s Freya?
Why aren’t I with her?
My Omega? Soulmate?
Who’s turning my head to the side?
What’s…?
“On my blood, it appears that we have different ideas about how to hunt down Blood Lovers,” a smooth but dangerous voice says above me.
I struggle to open my eyes.
A tall figure, which is wreathed in shadows, is standing behind Sobek. His long black hair winds around him like snakes with diamonds for eyes. His own red eyes are piercing and fixed on me.
Lanlin…he was watching.
He is here for me.
Please.
“Bat,” I whisper through my fucked-up mouth, “take me home, aye?”
Thehomeslips out.
I’m too wrung out after tonight to care.
