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My heart pounds as he turns towards me. His deep blue aura wraps around the man, choking him as the man tries to move but fails, grappling with his bindings, fear etched on his face.
Zade walks over to the bed, each step echoes loudly in the room and for a second, I feel like I’m out of the frying pan and into the fire. The attacker feels like nothing compared to the power and aura that encompasses Zade. That deadly aura filling the room, devouring every corner…
My chest rises and falls as I simply sit there, unable to move as Zade steps closer. His eyes dip to my torn shirt that hangs off my shoulder, I’m about to fix it but before I can, the tip of his gun touches my stinging cheek making my breath hitch.
His eyes follow his gun as he trails it over my bruised neck, down my arm,
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A jolt of pleasure rushes through me as he runs the cold barrel of the gun along my inner thigh.
There’s something wrong with me…
I see his nostrils flare slightly as he looks at the deep scratches on my thighs where the attacker had grabbed me while trying to part my legs. My heart thunders as he brushes his knuckles up the cuts, sending sparks coursing through me.
And then he stops, suddenly moving back and walks over to the man still held. captive by his power. The tendril of blue wrapped around his throat even tighter.
The man tries to say something, choking as he struggles against his restraints.
“Close your eyes, Little Mate,”
Zade commands quietly as he raises his gun.
What? Is he going to kill him?!”
No, he…
Before I can even stop him, he pulls the trigger and I wish I had obeyed his command as I watch the bullet hit the man’s thigh. There’s a silencer on the gun, but even then, the sound rings through my mind.
But Zade isn’t done.
My heart is in my mouth as he shoots his wrists.
“Zade…”
I whisper, clamping my hands over my mouth, realising he’s shooting him at every part that he had left a mark on me
He’s angry, I can see that… but it’s also terrifying to witness how calmly pulling the trigger is for him.
I don’t think anything I say will stop him, but I have to try. “That’s enough… give him to the police.”
He shoots him in the face and I flinch..
“I told you… close your eyes,”
he whispers and this time he crouches down, his gun pointing at the man’s crotch.
“This was what you were about to assault her with… right?”
he whispers as the man splutters, blood spilling from his face. My stomach turns as I clamp my eyes shut, my heart pounding, and I gasp when the gun goes off again and I hear theother man groan, although it’s muffled.
The smell of blood reaches my nose, but I’m too afraid to even dare take a look. One more bullet and then his heartbeat is gone, leaving me a trembling mess.
I’m helpless, sitting here with Zade.
Alone…
The bed dips and my eyes fly open as I find myself staring into his eyes. The gun is still in his hand, and I can see the flecks of blood on both Zade’s chest, arms. and the barrel of the gun.
“Tell me… why did you not call for me?”
he asks, as he flips the gun in his hand, grabbing it from the barrel as he brushes my hair back with the back of it.
“You killed him… what are we going to do?”
I whisper shakily, ignoring his question.
There’s a dead body here! In my room.
Goddess!
He tilts his head. Something flashes in his eyes as he forces my chin up with thegun.
How many rounds does a gun have? Are there still bullets in there?
I stare into his face, feeling myself calm, and I’m not sure how or why, but… why am I not afraid? @
“You will do nothing… I’ll be handling this… now sleep.”
He places a finger just above my breasts, but I push it away, needing him to listen.
“No! No, there’s a dead body, he’s human- this is going to-“
Sizzling sparks course through me as he places a thumb on my lips, cutting meoff.
“You talk too much… I said I’ll take care of it.”
My heart pounds as his gaze dips to my breasts, my shirt still hanging off my shoulder and displaying a lot of cleavage.
“Sleep Little Mate…”
he murmurs, his one eye glimmering as he pushes me back onto my pillows as he leans over me, his hands on the pillows on either side as he gazes down at me.
My heart thumps as our eyes meet, and the right corner of his mouth twitches, but maybe I imagined it… something strikes my neck, and everything goes blank…
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I gasp, jolting upright, my entire body drenched in sweat. My heart is palpitating wildly, and I press my fist against my chest as I scan the room once again.
I’m safe. I’m alone. I’m alive…
But those words aren’t calming the anxiousness inside of me. I get out of bed, last night replaying in my head and I stop a few steps out of the door.
The body!
Oh my god! Someone was killed here!
I jump back staring at the floor. There was blood! There was blood!
I sniff the air but not even a hint of the smell of blood is left in the air.
I look at my hands and wrists, but the bruises have healed.
Glancing around the room, it looks just like it did when I had fallen asleep before
I had awoken to all that crap, there is not a trace of the horror that had taken place.
Zade had done something to make me fall asleep…
Great… I needed his help. Once again, I was unable to defend myself.
All the training and it was for nothing.
Why am I so weak?
I walk quickly to the bathroom, wanting to wash away the memories of the night before. I pull off my shirt and switch on the shower as my thoughts swirl rapidly in my head, giving way to a crushing headache.
I’m always the weak one from all the Blood Borns. Zaia has always been incredibly strong… Sebastian, Atticus, Zade, even Gaultier… only me.
I was and still am the weakest in the triquetras.
Always will be. Why though?
Why?!
I step into the shower, feeling that the water temperature is a little hot, but I don’t bother adjusting it as I stand there, consumed by my thoughts.
Why am I so useless?
Why…
It’s getting harder to breathe.
The way the man’s shadowed body hovered over mine… the way he had pinned my wrists to the bed.
He was going to rape me.
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