Her back hits the wall, and the sound cuts her off better than any command.
I take her mouth with mine, hard and unyielding, stealing the rest of her sentence like it was never hers tofinish. The kiss is all heat and control. I lock my hand loosely around her throat—not tight enough to hurt—but just enough to remind her who she belongs to.
I feel her breath hitch, her pulse spike with arousal as she melts into me.
This is what I wanted.
Holding her there, making it clear.
She is mine.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EVELYNN
He sleeps nextto me while I lie there, staring blindly into the darkness. My thoughts refuse to stop long enough to let me sleep.
He never answered my questions. He keeps avoiding them. So I’m left alone, trying to figure everything out myself.
The blood. Their eyes. The fact that I haven’t seen a single window, apart from that tiny one in the cell. I haven’t seen him—or any of them—eat, apart from that smoothie. They didn’t take Hex to the hospital.
Or they did and just haven’t said.
Or maybe he died?
No. Thatcan’t be it.
When Lucian lifted one of the Crawley brothers into the air like he was nothing, his arm didn’t even tremble. My last boyfriend used to lift weights, and when he lifted me once, I felt his arms shake.
Maybe he’s on roids.
It would explain the mood swings.
Nope. That’s not it.
I exhale a long breath.
It’s either this is some kind of cult, and I’m the offering—the sacrifice to whatever god they worship—or they’re vampires.
I snort out a laugh at that thought, loud in the silence, then quickly slap a hand over my mouth and freeze. When he doesn’t move, I relax again.
Vampires. Seriously. I’ve watched too much Twilight.
I pause.
They don’t eat. The ‘smoothies’. The blood. The strength. The way they looked at me like I was a meal.
HOLY FUCK.
I gasp out loud and scramble out of the bed. My feet tangle, and I trip, landing on the floor with a loud thud.
The lamp clicks on. Lucian sits up in bed, his beautiful body on display as the sheet pools at his waist.
Beautiful vampire body,I remind myself.
My eyes go wide as I shuffle back, struggling to get to my feet. He watches me calmly.
“You’ve figured it out,” he rasps.
