“Zev, please. I-I need—”
“You need?Youneed?” A low growl in my ear. “What about whatIneed?” His hand tightens in my hair, wrenching my head back.
Hot breath against my lips. I arch up, a desperate mewl, but he pins me in place. He denies me his kiss.
“I needed you to love me, Mayah. But you killed me instead.”
“I do! I do lov—”
A rough hand clamps over my mouth.
“No. More. Lies.” He settles between my legs.
A muffled moan, a ragged breath.
“Quiet. I’m going to take what I want.”
Yes. Yes. Yes. Take anything. Take everything.
Take me. Take all of me.
I’m yours.
Zev, Zev. I’m yours.
Zev, please. I’m sorry!
Zev.
Zev!
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Idon’twanttowakeup.
I’ll have to live with what I’ve done—what I wanted.
Sleep abandons me anyway.
My eyelids flutter open. Beige canvas above me. The mattress beneath my body is thin, barely there. Damp, scratchy sheets tangle around my waist and legs. I try to swallow, but my mouth is bone-dry. A raspy cough escapes instead.
There’s an ache between my thighs. The wetness is damning.
But my head is clear. The fog of lust has dissipated, leaving me to face the cold clarity of reality.
A throat clears, a few feet away.
I bolt upright, one hand covering my chest, the other flung out in front of me. Vykiss’s face bears an apologetic smile.
“Have some water, Princess. I’ll fetch you something to eat.” She hands me a canteen, and before I can question her, the petite woman disappears through the tent flap.
I chug the water in heaving gulpfuls. My reserves are pitifully empty.
I’ve finished the canteen by the time she returns with a small tray laden with soup, bread, and some type of charred meat. My mouth waters, and I devour most of the food as soon as she sets the tray down.
“How long was I asleep?”
“Two and a half days.”
